Today I needed to run an errand, a mere 9miles away in the next town. It is the first time in a long time that I have been out for a decent spin rather than just home -> uni and back. The sun was shining, and a moderate breeze blowing - everything looked good. Alas, all was not to be.
Way out:Shaved by a Vauxdull Astra, who was "teaching" me to ride in the gutter, reinforced by pointing
Shaved by a white van, then another, then a third - all driven by Balfour Beatty workers. When I passed them 30meters ahead in the MASSIVE traffic jam I was told to "get a proper bike" the driver was told to "get a proper penis".
Two cars pulled hard over to the right to try and prevent me filtering past them.
Nearly driven through by a schoolbus driver not looking where he was going.
Spat at by some chavs in a shitmobile.
Way back:Shaved by 2 vans.
Beeped by an angry old man.
Overtake then left hook despite me riding in primary, shouting, then banging on the window so hard my hand is bruised. I realise now, thanks to the idiot woman driving, that I "should have let me [her] go, your on a bike."
Rear wheel nudged by a BMW who wanted me to roll up to the stopped traffic faster than I was.
SMIDSYed by someone pulling out of a side road.
It is days like this that make me wonder if it is really worth it. I was scared for most of the hour I spent on the bike, and the times that I wasn't scared I was angry at having my life jeopordised by twunts. I didn't enjoy that ride one bit. I was so irate that at the end, SMIDSY would have got ripped out of their car and heavily assaulted had they not locked their doors before I could get at the handle.
YOU CAN F*CKING SEE ME NOW CAN'T YOU B*TCH!!!!!!!!!!Bah, rant over. W@nkers.