26-04-12, 01:07 PM
I had a confrontation riding into London one morning, the A12 junction down to Charley Brown's roundabout. Some wanker is a beaten up piece of shit decided to cut in at the last minute because he thought he saw a gap, except that I was in it - I managed to swerve to one side and slow down in time (just) but I was a bit red-misty - so I booted the side of his (crappy) door and left a big boot mark down it.
I proceeded to filter down towards the roundabout, slowed down slightly by another biker in front that wasn't all that brave about squeezing through (it gets a bit narrow down the middle as you get down the off-ramp).
Anyway, a check of my mirror showed me that the bloke who's door I'd booted had abandoned his car at the top of the ramp and was running down the middle after me waving an effin' great iron bar. He looked like a wrestling version of side-show bob, so I shit meself.
I was mentally urging the guy in front to hurry the foc up, and I admit to a small flutter of panic as this guy was rapidly approaching my back. Luckily a coach had blocked the way ahead a bit (trying to stop the bikes filtering) but had left a 1 ft wide gap the other side of him, so I managed to get round the coach and ahead of the other biker - hoping to $deity that he didn't get a clobber in my stead.
I got away, but I learnt a valuable lesson that day - always check your escape route!
I proceeded to filter down towards the roundabout, slowed down slightly by another biker in front that wasn't all that brave about squeezing through (it gets a bit narrow down the middle as you get down the off-ramp).
Anyway, a check of my mirror showed me that the bloke who's door I'd booted had abandoned his car at the top of the ramp and was running down the middle after me waving an effin' great iron bar. He looked like a wrestling version of side-show bob, so I shit meself.
I was mentally urging the guy in front to hurry the foc up, and I admit to a small flutter of panic as this guy was rapidly approaching my back. Luckily a coach had blocked the way ahead a bit (trying to stop the bikes filtering) but had left a 1 ft wide gap the other side of him, so I managed to get round the coach and ahead of the other biker - hoping to $deity that he didn't get a clobber in my stead.
I got away, but I learnt a valuable lesson that day - always check your escape route!