Thursday, August 27, 2009

Road Rage

I've just got home after half an hour riding around my neighbourhood trying to find the little shits that threw food at me and just about knocked me off my bike riding home from work tonight. 

It's not the first time I've been hassled. I've been yelled at and had bottles thrown at me, but you almost expect that when you're out riding around town at midnight. This was much more dangerous as I was going close to 40kph and they slowed down very close to me to take aim. I got a hell of a fright.

So if by some strange coincidence the offender is reading this I suggest you don't do it again because if you get stuck in traffic this time I'm going to drag you out of the car screaming like the little coward you are and beat you to a pulp you miserable little fuck.


Gino Zahnd said...

And here I thought Kiwis were a peaceful lot. ;-)

Perhaps we'll cross paths in November/December...

Antoine said...

Ha, well that's not me at all, I'm a big softy really and couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag. I wrote that post 40 minutes after just about being run over, so I was pretty worked-up.

I was going to delete it the next morning but left it up there as a reminder of how pissed-off cyclists can get, even friendly ones.