So here’s one for the forum cognoscenti to mull over…
On my home last night. First commute on the s/s after a summer on the road bike. I’ve just rounded a bend with a couple of cars coming towards me. All is normal.
I hear a squeal of brakes & tyres so pedal a bit faster. Then look behind me, shifting slightly into the centre of my lane to see a girl in a car, so I just shake my head (at poor driving) and carry on. Thinking nothing of it. Just another driver who was expecting any other road user than a car.
About a mile further one I vaguely hear some angry shouting, ranting etc…. I look behind to see some bloke / youth hanging out the passenger side waving his fist, swearing, threatening. I can’t quite make it out. They get closer and he’s ranting about upsetting and being rude to his girlfriend. Wants me to pull over.
I carry on cycling.
They overtake and pull over by some houses. I stop & get my phone camera working to film him walking towards me.
He’s ranting the whole way about killing me, being rude to his girlfriend, riding in the middle of the road etc….
I point out I was not rude to his girlfriend, that I had a right to be on the road. When he responded with “I don’t ****** **** **** care about the highyway code. You shouldn’t ***** *** be **** on the road” I knew rational argument wasn’t going anywhere.
There’s something in his hand… which as he gets closer I realise is a bottle. I put phone in bag and square up.
Time to walk the line between standing ground and not provoking the little scrote.
Cue angry in my face shouting. Eventually keeps ranting tells me to apologise to said girlfriend (still up the road in the car).
I said fine (it’s better than a fight with a scrote with a glass bottle in his hadn). He starts to walk back.
I cycle round him (wide berth) and get to the car.
Girl winds down window – we mutually say sorry until scrote turns up and starts threatening to kill me (again).
I cycle off, the mile or so home. Make sure they don’t follow.
So – it seems she scared herself silly finding a cyclist on the road and other cars coming the other way. Picks him up from work, obviously tells story & perhaps embellishes. Cue the hunt for cyclist and exchange via his displaced road rage. I don’t think he can drive – I’m sure I’ve seen him before walking home.
The ironic part = he turns round with and has the logo for the local Equestrian Centre emblazoned on the back. So a stable hand.
The options:
Mention to the police – but nothing physical happened & finds out where I live
Mention to my mates – should be able to find out his name / where he lives. Some mates might have some ‘contacts’…
Take it now further
So what do you reckon (with added shoe-weeing, and bomber owning of course)