Out shopping for a vital ingredient tonight, it was dark and raining, streetlit. Front light
Cateye 6W.
I approached a roundabout wanting to take the third exit. As I approached the second exit a car
there pulled out in front of me. I'd seen her and was as prepared as I could be, but slamming on the
anchors on such a wet road wouldn't do much good. I braked as hard as I could mange though, yelling
at her. She kept going, straight across my path, while I did my best to avoid a collision. She was
totally oblivious to me. I was now heading further round the roundabout towards my entry point. Her
wing mirror clipped my knee and i think I unclipped one foot to put a toe on the ground. And she
still kept going. I was shouting more, and ended up chasing her toget her to stop. When she finally
did she didn't seem keen to open the window to
me.
I unholstered the F gun and emptied a magazine at her.
She of course claimed SMIDSY, which I countered with a suggestion that she wasn't effing looking.
All at max volume on my part. She said she was ever so sorry and seemed quite upset by my shouting.
I couldn't give toss and yelled that she should try looking next time.
I rode off, all of a tremble, went home and cooked the dinner.
Tim