Fair Weather Cyclist
Or just a big shitebag.
Sent out the bat signal for Samantha to come to the rescue and fought through the mad rush hour traffic in the pouring rain to get home. Hate the mad rush hour traffic at the best of times, and had just been talking about the cars shooting out of the queue and across into the other lane to try and get to a roundabout a few seconds early and how it was a an accident waiting to happen, when somebody shunted into us as we sat stationary a bit further along the road. Stepped out to see what damage was done and to try and fathom out how they'd managed not to see a fully lit up car with a big mountain bike strapped to the back of it and all the driver could say was "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry". Couldn't see any damage to either vehicle so rather than hold up the traffic any longer had a bit of rant and a mad arm waving and head shaking session at the young lady then jumped back in the car. Then, ten minutes later, I had to slam on the anchors as a taxi whose driver had given up on the idea of giving way to the right pulled straight out in front of us and we nearly had another vehicle behind us playing dodgem cars with us.
Fucking lunatics.
Guess I should've just manned up and biked it.
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