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» Road Rage
Bike Rage
So 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 18th Oct 2006, 14:04, More)
Bike Rage
So 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 18th Oct 2006, 14:04, More)