Coming home from work a short while ago, riding along Princes St in Otahuhu heading for the motorway.
Now those that know Princes St, know that it is a single wide lane between Church St and the lights before the motorway bridge.
So I'm in the correct position, you know, riding where the right side wheels of a car would be, and I noted in my left mirror a car, sitting quite close but not uncomfortably close.
I carried on, and checked my mirror again, I could only see his right hand headlight. Didn't think too much of it.
A few seconds later, I couldn't see his headlights at all, so quickly whipped my head round to the left, and the bastard was foot flat undertaking me, almost scraping parked cars and heading straight for my left leg.
I had nothing coming from ahead, so ducked right VERY quickly with an extra dollop of throttle for added measure.
Dickhead went past so close I felt my pants rustle with the wind.
I saw red.
Pulled on a bit more throttle, came up along side, flipped my visor up and let loose a torrent of choice words that I am sure my mother will haunt me for in my dreams for a week.
What response did I get? He looked out the corner of his eye, and wound his window up!
So we get to the lights, and they're red.
I weighed up my options, and several past KB threads went through my mind on retribution.
I opted for pulling up 6 inches from his door, leaning over to his window so my visor tapped it, read him his parentage, asked him if his intention was to kill me, and suggested he was reminiscent of a vulgar term for the opposite sexes genitalia.
He looked away, clearly uncomfortable, and when the light went green, stomped the pedal in his Honda Civic. I pedalled a bit quicker, and showed him using fingers how many times he has tried to kill me so far.
Lesson learned?
1) Believe it - everyone out there is trying to kill you.
2) Use your mirrors, they're not just decorations.
3) Life saver (head) check SAVE LIVES!
Be bloody safe out there folks.
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Originally Posted by Big Dan
And good to see that you gave him a civilised talking to about the rights of two wheeled users of the road also.
I actually said something useful you could remember!? I thought I was muttering about "you have to bling your bike out" and "I think your arse looks big in that Cordura..."
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