Pulling out of my drive this morning, some bloke driving past clearly thought I was going to carry on out into the side of his car, so he stopped and had a shout. I hit the horn and shout back - I'm not blind, I pull out of that drive every morning, I'm perfectly aware I have to stop and look...I follow him to the t junction and hit the horn again, then hit the horn again when he pulls off into the golf club, just to piss him off more. If I hadn't had the kids in the car I would have happily followed him in and had a go in person. Instead I drop the kids off, and drive to work in a foul mood, swearing at the slightest (perceived) mistake any other driver makes.
Why the hell do we do it? The whole thing was a misunderstanding. If we'd have been walking, and I'd actually bumped into him, being English he'd probably apologise to me. Instead of that we're both in shit moods, I hate losing my temper, my kids probably think their Dad's a psycho, I feel like a massive dickhead...why, why, why?
Bike tomorrow.
