
hip: “Fscking open your fscking eyes you stupid fscking cnut!!”
cab: “You should have stopped for me”
hip: “You fscking idiot, I was riding straight along the road and you just did a u-turn into me!”
cab: “You lot are always hard to see”
*leans bike over to find (and show cabbie) bright white LED flasher is operating as expected*
hip: “What the fscking hell is this then you cnuting blind fsck bag?! It’s a fscking flashing light! I’m riding a fscking red bike and my cycling kit is bright fscking red and yellow you tossing fsck brained cnut!”
cab: “You should’ve fscking stopped for me”
hip: “Are you fscking fscked in the fscking head you dopey blind (noticing driver’s grey hair) old cnut?!?! You just turned your cab AT me!! Fscking fsck head!!”
I love adrenalin – It allows me to string even more swearing into sentences than usual.
This back and forth ranting carried on for at least a minute while myself and the black cab driver argued. Rewind: I’m riding west, along Old Marylebone Rd, approaching Edgware Rd around 19:30. It’s wet, it’s been a long day, my tyres are junk and I’ve TRASHED ANOTHER HEADSET.. so I’m taking it easy. Black cab approaching from the opposite direction and I, of course, give it no thought whatsoever – they’re everywhere. Maybe he indicated, maybe he didn’t but woosh.. cab is turning, aimed at me! Fsck! I swerve around the mad fsck and as usual I unleash at him. Usually, drivers in the wrong are apologetic (or scared) and sit quietly in their car until I’ve said my bit and we part ways. This d1ckhead retaliates.. and off we go!
Now I thought black cab drivers were all well-trained and stuff. This guy was totally in the wrong and then has the nerve to argue with me about it after nearly wiping me out. If he let it rest, perhaps I wouldn’t be writing this now.. but I have another card up my sleeve.. Pausing for breath I actually thought “rego!”, leaned over and noted his plate. Bingo! This knob jockey is getting his blind ass reported tomorrow. I’ve never reported any incident before (usually because I’ve missed their plates) but this one feels justified. So cabbie, you daft old prick, I get one last “fsck you!” in before we’re done.
In case I’m giving the wrong impression – London is generally pretty cool for riding in. Drivers usually look out for bikes and it’s typically the bikes that are breaking the rules, not the cars. This is a notable exception for me at least because I thought black cab drivers were better than this.
Traffic News: It looks like the road works on Bayswater Rd (that road above Hyde Park) are finished and traffic can move through their again, rather than using Craven.
Brain News: I have another MRI tomorrow arvo. This one is to detect just how much beer has leaked into other parts of the brain.
Bike News: I won a ticket to the Cycle Show thanks to Red Spokes
