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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Bike RageSo there I was, riding pretty fast (as usual) through Clapton, Hackney on my beautiful '04 Norco One25 (highest spec'd 125 in london i'll 'ave you know) when this car pulls, no, shoots out of a petrol station with zero warning, straight into where i'm riding
I swung the bike round the car but clipped its front and went soaring through the air.
So i'm prrretty damn pissed already at being knocked off my bike by an idiot driver. But hey, it's london, it happens.
As I get up off the floor, the car door opens and this short, loud woman gets out and starts screaming at me -
'A YE BUMBAKLAAT RAASKLAAT EEJIT BWOI WH'FI' SKRAT UP ME CAR WH'Y'NA LOOK A'YA PUSSYKLAAT'
That was it.
I camly dust myself off, pick up my colossal Abus D-lock, slowly walk up to her car and smash it riiight through the front windscreen.
And she just stopped, and then just as she was about to scream at me again
I put it through the passenger window.
Then the back windows.
Followed by the drivers window.
And she just stood there, with her jaw open, speechless.
Then I picked up my bike and rode off. (bike was fine :D)
(, Wed 18 Oct 2006, 14:04, Reply)
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