Heading home ast night, there was a scooter in front of me, so I sat behind him, giving him space to get on with things.
As we got to a 'filter' bit for a right hander, I got a torrent of abuse from thick bloke in van's even thicker girlfriend/wife/cheap trick. I believe the exact phrase was "You f*ckin' c*nt, why don't you learn to f*ckin' drive"
Reason? For riding in a straight line, at the speed limit, not alongside the scooter, as far as I can make out. Or possibly I rolled off the throttle, so my brake lights would not have come on - clearly to Thick Tart (and I assume Husband/Boyfriend/'Client') this meant it was ME not 'driving properly', rather than him for relying on brake lights to tell him what to do?
As they'd blasted past me, I just carried on at the same speed, rolled alongside, increased revs ever so slightly and looked towards the side
window - didn't stop, just carried on going at the same pace.
It was quite pleasing to see both the idiots jump...
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