14-09-12, 02:03 PM
I had an interesting experience a coule of weeks ago, after filtering thrugh a traffic queue on a turn left junction on the A12 I got to the front of the queue ready to turn onto the side road (30 mph limit) and the chap in the car at the front of the queue started honking and hooting and waving his arms about.
I ignored it and when space came pulled onto the side road and heard a screech of rubber behind me and saw the car behind shoot forward and then race up to my rear tyre with the engine revving furiously.
Looking in the mirror I could see the contorted face of a man posessed who then tried to under take me, over take me and drive through me for the next half mile, I remained calm and stayed in the centre of the road, nothing changed this bloke's mood, as I slowed down for other traffic or sped up to keep up the pace, he was gurning and shouting and swerving all over the back of my bike.
Eventually after about half a mile I pulled in and he shot past waving his arms in the air and gesticulating, I pulled back out and then followed him until he got caught in traffic.
The look in his eyes in his rear veiw mirror was priceless when he realised I had only pulled over to let him through so I could follow him, I could literally see the panic build up and when he stopped - up went the windows and clunk went the door locks - he had noticed I had got off my bike and was walking towards him.
I tapped on his window and asked him to tell me why he was putting my life at risk with his driving, he did his best to ignore me, until I am ashamed to admit, I became frustrated with him staring straight ahead as though I wasn't there and I gave his window a hard crack with armoured gloves.
He then wound the window down a tiny bit and shouted 'I'm calling the Police if you touch me' to which I replied that the only reason he wasn't lying on the pavement collecting his teeth up was because I was going on holiday that night and didn't want to miss my flight because of a pathetic, small cocked, tiny little road raging bully like him.
By this time he was deathly white and I thought having scared him enough I would deliver my parting shot - so I said 'there's a camera on my bike and I'll be handing over the evidence to the local Plod, expect a visit soon' (there is no camera) he looked completely crestfallen and I walked away.
What car was he driving?
A white BMW 1 series with blacked out windows, he was aged about 25.
I ignored it and when space came pulled onto the side road and heard a screech of rubber behind me and saw the car behind shoot forward and then race up to my rear tyre with the engine revving furiously.
Looking in the mirror I could see the contorted face of a man posessed who then tried to under take me, over take me and drive through me for the next half mile, I remained calm and stayed in the centre of the road, nothing changed this bloke's mood, as I slowed down for other traffic or sped up to keep up the pace, he was gurning and shouting and swerving all over the back of my bike.
Eventually after about half a mile I pulled in and he shot past waving his arms in the air and gesticulating, I pulled back out and then followed him until he got caught in traffic.
The look in his eyes in his rear veiw mirror was priceless when he realised I had only pulled over to let him through so I could follow him, I could literally see the panic build up and when he stopped - up went the windows and clunk went the door locks - he had noticed I had got off my bike and was walking towards him.
I tapped on his window and asked him to tell me why he was putting my life at risk with his driving, he did his best to ignore me, until I am ashamed to admit, I became frustrated with him staring straight ahead as though I wasn't there and I gave his window a hard crack with armoured gloves.
He then wound the window down a tiny bit and shouted 'I'm calling the Police if you touch me' to which I replied that the only reason he wasn't lying on the pavement collecting his teeth up was because I was going on holiday that night and didn't want to miss my flight because of a pathetic, small cocked, tiny little road raging bully like him.
By this time he was deathly white and I thought having scared him enough I would deliver my parting shot - so I said 'there's a camera on my bike and I'll be handing over the evidence to the local Plod, expect a visit soon' (there is no camera) he looked completely crestfallen and I walked away.
What car was he driving?
A white BMW 1 series with blacked out windows, he was aged about 25.