And now a rant about cyclists
Nov. 11th, 2015 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonemagpieSo, my dad drove me down tonight to pop into the SCA fight practice for half an hour to say hello, so everybody could see I'm alive and well. En route we passed a cyclist, and shortly thereafter found ourselves queuing at a turn next to the cinema, where there were some parked cars. This cyclist then appeared behind us, with a high-beam light right in the driver's mirror. He then confusingly (and in defiance of the Highway Code) passed us on the right (this being the UK, that means cycling into oncoming traffic.) "Fuck off, called my surprised dad.
A couple of minutes later, the same high-beam light is in the mirror again- this arsehole and goes round, come back behind us, noted down our number plate, and is now deliberately shining a bright light in the driver's mirror. After a few minutes he comes up level on our left, and leans in to me and says "moderate your language" or words to that effect. Something about language anyway. Yes, the prick is trying to censor our speech within the car. I diplomatically responded with "Go fuck yourself, cunt-face." Cos he's that kind of guy. I really wanted to just get out and punch the cunt in the face, but...
Anyway, he then harps on about language again - always a bad idea with me, before trying to tell my dad to watch his driving. At which point I give him a bit of a lecture about how he' really needs to read the fucking highway code, as he's the one riding into oncoming traffic. (He claims this is safe as he can see what's coming.) He then says to my dad "You're on the white line" - well of course we are, because the aforementioned parked cars at the cinema take up half the fucking lane. We then exchange few more invectives, and finally traffic gets moving again, and we go different ways.
But, seriously, taking the number plate cos of a "fuck off" when he's the one being suicidally stupid? There better not be any hassle from that - I'm already of a mind tho punch fuck out of the arrogant little shit if ever I see him again. And cyclists wonder why drivers fucking hate them.
A couple of minutes later, the same high-beam light is in the mirror again- this arsehole and goes round, come back behind us, noted down our number plate, and is now deliberately shining a bright light in the driver's mirror. After a few minutes he comes up level on our left, and leans in to me and says "moderate your language" or words to that effect. Something about language anyway. Yes, the prick is trying to censor our speech within the car. I diplomatically responded with "Go fuck yourself, cunt-face." Cos he's that kind of guy. I really wanted to just get out and punch the cunt in the face, but...
Anyway, he then harps on about language again - always a bad idea with me, before trying to tell my dad to watch his driving. At which point I give him a bit of a lecture about how he' really needs to read the fucking highway code, as he's the one riding into oncoming traffic. (He claims this is safe as he can see what's coming.) He then says to my dad "You're on the white line" - well of course we are, because the aforementioned parked cars at the cinema take up half the fucking lane. We then exchange few more invectives, and finally traffic gets moving again, and we go different ways.
But, seriously, taking the number plate cos of a "fuck off" when he's the one being suicidally stupid? There better not be any hassle from that - I'm already of a mind tho punch fuck out of the arrogant little shit if ever I see him again. And cyclists wonder why drivers fucking hate them.