Riding in this morning through the delight that is Manchester City Centre traffic, the standard daily oh-so-predictable event took place.
Myopic idiot in car makes a cursory glance to the right at a junction, completely failing to register my presence (as I'm not a big square metal box, I don't actually exist) and pulled out on me, very nearly collecting my front wheel in the process. Ho hum. Usual stuff
However, he then pulls in to the kerb to drop someone off, then as I'm going past him, level with the side of his car, he pulls out from the kerb, forcing me into the oncoming traffic. Not even a glance behind or alongside him, no indication. Nothing
Cue: the red mist descending. To put it mildly - I went off the ****ing deep end!!!! There was lots of hammering on his window and in-your-face screaming of vitriolic abuse. His parenthood was questioned quite forcefully. As was his resemblance to female genitalia. He sat cowering at the lunatic that, clearly up until that point, he'd been totally unaware of. He looked terrified!!
I don't usually bother, but nearly taking me off twice in 200 yards has to be some kind of new record. the ****!!!!