I was riding one of the necessary evil road parts of my regular Saturday morning ride this morning when some tool in a car nearly hit me and a van coming the other way. Every other driver had been fine up until this point. But as soon as I saw the make and colour of the car I thought “here we go”. There was a van coming the other way. I was riding about two feet out from the verge. Not in the middle of the lane, but clearly saying “you’re going to have to go over the line if you want to overtake, you can’t squeeze past and stay in lane”. So what does our hero do?
You already know the answer of course. No slowing down. Tries to squeeze past me (I reckon his wing mirror was about a foot from my bar end). I shout a one-word Anglo Saxon oath. The car then nearly hits the van coming the other way as they desperately try to jink back in. The van has to slap the anchors on and is not impressed, loud horn action. Meanwhile our hero carries blithely on, not giving a shit that he/she could have killed themselves and two other people.
Now then STW. Two questions worth five points each.
What was the make of car?
What colour was it?
BTW this happened on a country B road, no complicated road markings or anything. I got the reg number and am tempted to try to find out where they live and go and chuck some nitromors over said car.