I’m cycling down a country lane at my leisure, a teacher, at a very small school, in the middle of nowhere, revs her engine, in her very big 4×4 behind me, just so as to let me know she is there, …and would like to rush past, she is important, and so is her job. She teaches snotty nosed, well-to-do kiddies, with no accents and all too absent business men fathers not too ask too may questions that they surely won’t like the answers too.
The school is merely 400 yards away, it is 8.40am – this time I shall not relent. I do not. A vehicle comes the other way, she stops for this willingly, but curses under her stinking breath.
This happens when we coincide, about twice a week….
Before,…. I have, twice I believe, slowed at a passing point, so she can ease past (due dilligence), she doesn’t ease past, she blows past, with no acknowledgment.
I say **** her with a big stick.
Let battle commence.