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Feel free to ignore, I just need to offload.
Today I took my bike to Halfords to get the wheels trued (about high time). So far, so good.
After this is done, I get back home (all on my bike), and fit the replacement cycle computer I got at the same time.
So I take my bike for a final spin, to make sure that everything is in order. It seems to be.
Then, as I'm passing some parked cars (on the opposite side), up a steep hill, Mr White van man pulls out. No matter, I just brake and stop. I was quite central with respect to my side of the road, but given that it's uphill and newly adjusted wheels.
Next thing I know, his Window is down, mouthing off at me. I say something about right of way, and he's out of his van (he's probably 40 and bulky), saying something along the lines of "do you want a fight" (I can't quote exactly, the adrenalin is already kicking in at this point). Fight or flight, I choose flight. I try cycling off as he walks towards me, but I feel something give. I guess this is what I get for coming to the North, but whatever. Again, I can't quote exactly, but I said something along the lines of "really, coming at a guy with a big metal object", and as I said that I lifted my bike above my head and swung the back end around (with Adrenalin pumping and no choice but "fight", I'm an absolute madman).
I can't believe that actually worked, as he mumbled something very close to "If you talked proper, I'd have beaten you up". In retrospect, somehow, I'd actually "won" the confrontation, despite being on two wheels. Not that it feels like it (except for the all-important being alive), because the giving as I tried flight was a broken spoke. There goes the truing. Also shows the prescience of using slightly more space than normal.
But yeah, that's the road rage incident today.
Today I took my bike to Halfords to get the wheels trued (about high time). So far, so good.
After this is done, I get back home (all on my bike), and fit the replacement cycle computer I got at the same time.
So I take my bike for a final spin, to make sure that everything is in order. It seems to be.
Then, as I'm passing some parked cars (on the opposite side), up a steep hill, Mr White van man pulls out. No matter, I just brake and stop. I was quite central with respect to my side of the road, but given that it's uphill and newly adjusted wheels.
Next thing I know, his Window is down, mouthing off at me. I say something about right of way, and he's out of his van (he's probably 40 and bulky), saying something along the lines of "do you want a fight" (I can't quote exactly, the adrenalin is already kicking in at this point). Fight or flight, I choose flight. I try cycling off as he walks towards me, but I feel something give. I guess this is what I get for coming to the North, but whatever. Again, I can't quote exactly, but I said something along the lines of "really, coming at a guy with a big metal object", and as I said that I lifted my bike above my head and swung the back end around (with Adrenalin pumping and no choice but "fight", I'm an absolute madman).
I can't believe that actually worked, as he mumbled something very close to "If you talked proper, I'd have beaten you up". In retrospect, somehow, I'd actually "won" the confrontation, despite being on two wheels. Not that it feels like it (except for the all-important being alive), because the giving as I tried flight was a broken spoke. There goes the truing. Also shows the prescience of using slightly more space than normal.
But yeah, that's the road rage incident today.
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