Road RageLast week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
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chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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should have gotten angrybut never.
once upon a time i used to be a cyclist, beofre the terriblecuntery of pedestrian rage and bus rage i previously mentioned, and i was heathier and fitter for ti but someting made me stop, well several things but the main two are as follows.
1. cycling home from uni down smithdown road, parked cars all the way down the street, double decker bus comes racing down the road, i glace behind me and notice this leviathan beast bearing down on me and also more concerning that if i cannot get out of the way i will be crushed and mangled, as i said there were no passing places parked cars everywhere so i take evasive action and attempt to steer my bike and me into a 3 foot gap between two of the said cars, big mistake, the kerb is raised to stop people parking on it, my bike wheel snakebites and buckles and i go flying into the path of an old lady as the bus skims the back wheel. Bastard diddnt even slow down cunt.
2. Smithdown road again and at athe traffic lights waiting fo green, slippery as it is wet, green appears i go to pedal away but my foor slips off the pedal and i go sideways into a miving bus which then runs over my bike wheel whilst i put my hand through the indicator lights on the side of the bus and my leg goes at a funny angle, which just isnt right. Fair play to the driver this time who stops and lets me onto his bus for free actually because of the accident he has to boot everyone but me of the bus including some old biddy who is moaning that this was the biggest shock of her life and desparately vying for attention, i think my hand pissing blood and the mangeld bike stole her thunder, any way statments are taken and i go on my way but am unable to bring my bike so i d locked it to a lampost by woolies on Allerton road. That evening i got royally pissed and ended up teraing all the tendons in my right leg and twisting my left ankle, long story another time perhaps, so i couldne get my bike back. At the time i was workin as a sandiwch maker and went out in the van delivering with my boss, everday i would pas my poor bike faithfully waiting at the lampost, over the next few weeks whilst recovering bits went missing, first the seat, then the wheels and so on until just the lock remained around the bottom of the post :( the cops proably had ti cut off but anyway thats why i no longer cycle, no bike and bus fear. The busdriver from the second incident i have seen many times since and he always lets me onto the bus for free, top bloke.
(, Tue 17 Oct 2006, 11:39, Reply)
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