I knew he was going to pull out in front of me. The inbuilt alarmamathingy in my biker distincts went crazy.
Anyhoo - he duly pulled out and I applied the brakes a wee bit lining myself up to swerve around Mr Dicksplash, my left thumb fumbling for the hooter to tootle at him as I glide around him, just before I hurl abuse and deftly remove said thumb from tootling instrument and give him a one finger salute. ‘I may even throw in a kick at this side mirror If I get the chance’..thought I.
Over-guesstimating his speed I suddenly realised I was running out of space fast before I ploughed into the rear end of Mr D’s cage. Slamming brakes on fullwallop - the front end bounces along as it locks and bounces on the tarmac (thankfully the mighty Biffbird is equipped with the dual combined brakeamathingywidget) - I miss making contact by about the width of a Zig Zag ciggie paper.
Priorities. Snuff said.
New pants please.
Oh...and a louder tootler.
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