Sheesh! 1 foolio in a blue boi-racer car that goes pfffssstt decided after the lights that he'd change lanes and move into the lane I was riding in...FFS he'd been sitting beside me at the lights...where did he think I'd gone!??
Actually I'm amazed how calm I was and apart from tooting and shaking my fist at him I just kept riding, even after at 1 stage I saw the median barrier kerb looming toward me - he on the other hand looked like his eyes were about to pop out their sockets and will probably need to change his boi-racer boxer shorts.
The guy in the vehicle in front of me was very sympathetic and did the oldas we moved on...while the boi-racer slinked back in the traffic obviously thinking it was a much better idea to steer clear of me.
The best thing is that it meant my brand new bottle of Plymouth Gin was unharmed! Phew!! I would have been very cross if it had been smashed!!
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