I won’t often use this forum to rant about rude drivers, but today is an exception!
I was riding along Lancaster Street, on my way to work yesterday morning. I was just past Union Street and going south. There is a single lane going in each direction. A bus had pulled over to pick up some passengers. Before I pulled out to go around him, I checked my mirror. The closest vehicle was over 100 metres back. When I was abut halfway passed the bus, a driver in a beat-up muscle car roared passed me, driving south in the north-bound lane. As he passed me, he blared his horn at me, and his passenger gave me the finger. Unfortunately, another vehicle turned right, from Ash Street onto Lancaster, right in front of the aggressive driver. He swerved to miss the oncoming car, which meant he swerved right at me. Fortunately, I saw it happening and hugged the bus, to avoid getting hit. I ended up being about a foot from the aggressive driver’s car and only inches from the bus. I’m glad the bus driver didn’t pick that moment to pull away from the curb!
When I could breathe again, I shook my fist at the smoke-belching car, which got me double barrelled fingers from both sides of the car. The driver also immediately turned right down Arnold Street and did a quick U-turn. I was unsure what he was about to do, but I popped up onto the sidewalk to avoid being in his path. The car pulled up beside me. Both the mullet-sporting driver and his classy, foul-mouthed woman screamed and swore at me for awhile. The gist of which was, that I don’t belong on the roads and I had no right to ride around the bus and almost cause them to get into an accident. Talk about blaming the victim! The questionably shorn driver had trouble being heard over his gap-toothed passenger, so he told her to shut up, before informing me that it was illegal for me to ride on the sidewalk. Neither of these Rhodes scholars seemed to understand the inherent idiocy of their comments. However, before I could explain the contradiction in their statements, the driver squealed away with his cylindrical filaments flowing in his self-created wind, while his aesthetically displeasing passenger once again proudly displayed her longest digit for me.
Thanks. Rant over.