1) Filter to the front of the queue
2) Assertively steer your bike directly in front of me so I can't go anywhere until you get out of the way
3) Start to daydream so when we get a green light I'm left waiting for you to get your shit together
4) Accelerate away so slowly that we were both left for dead by Aunty Mavis in the white Jazz who was in the next lane.
A hot head you doesn't like bikes might consider that more than enough of an invitation to simply drive over the top.
If you were a chick on a Honda on Bealey Ave around 1pm yesterday, this is of particular relevance to you.
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