So this mornings 'event' then...
Im cycling along the quays in the only driving lane which is on the left, the quays were quiet. There is one lane outside me but its a bus lane for going straight on, the lane I was in turns 90 degrees left across a bridge.
Anyway, there I am approaching the bridge, maybe 200m back and a massive pool of water fills about 2/3rds of the width of the lane, so I move out and I'm cycling around the puddle when this fat fucker and his fat fucker wife come racing through the pool in a 4x4 and right up behind me standing on the horn.
I looked over my shoulder wondering wtf was going on and there the pig is, seething and roaring through the windscreen at me to get out of the way. So, the opposite to Fishys fictitious punishment pass was the only option, I slowed to a snails pace, looking over my shoulder and straight in his eyes, administering the 2 fingered salute.
He blew a few gaskets at this point and started revving the engine and getting very close to my back wheel as if he was going to knock me down. His wife had her head in her hands at this stage and was screaming at him to stop.. so I toddled along until the lights went red and then cycled off leaving them there frothing at their fat chops
the fat stupid fuckers
and before anyone points out to me that I cycled through a red light, I am well aware of that, but it sent that fool from 4 to mach 11 on the rage scale and slowing him up further felt essential to getting my message across
the joys of cycling