Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Road Rage
There was the fuckwit who, safely inside his car, held up his hand to ward me off as he made a right turn in front of me, forcing me to slam on my brakes. I had right of way.
The was the bus driver who wanted to pass me and pull into the bus stop right in front of me (on the clearway). It wasn't until he nearly clipped my handlebar he realised he couldn't pass me and stop without wedging me between the gutter and his bus.
Another fuckwit who thought parking on the clearway must be okay as it was nice and clear. This one wasn't as bad as the one with ute and trailer who stopped last week to buy his lunch and couldn't even get back into his car, so disrupted was the traffic trying to fit three car widths in an area suitable for only two. An anorexic couldn't have fitted between the slowly moving traffic.
The was the bus driver who wanted to pass me and pull into the bus stop right in front of me (on the clearway). It wasn't until he nearly clipped my handlebar he realised he couldn't pass me and stop without wedging me between the gutter and his bus.
Another fuckwit who thought parking on the clearway must be okay as it was nice and clear. This one wasn't as bad as the one with ute and trailer who stopped last week to buy his lunch and couldn't even get back into his car, so disrupted was the traffic trying to fit three car widths in an area suitable for only two. An anorexic couldn't have fitted between the slowly moving traffic.
