In the early hours of this morning, it’s already well light and I’m coming back from some rave in the forest on the A3 and putter along the road between the Wandsworth roundabout and Battersea. The lane narrows because there is a bus lane coming up and I spot some crazy Merc in my rear view mirror making a run for it to overtake me (mind you I was already “making good progress”).
Quick squeeze on the grip, no you won’t mo’fugger, I like the road in front of me clear thank you very much. At a 2-lane cluster of cars coming up I do a couple of quick lane changes to put at least 10 cars between me and this loonie, and forget about him…
Turns out that’s a big mistake. A few traffic lights up I realize he must have overtaken those 10 cars in very haphazard ways and he’s on my ass again. Just this second the light I’m approaching goes yellow and I nail the brakes to stop in time.
Merc boy floors it, swerves right, overtakes me on the opposite lane, and blows through the light that must by this time have been red for about 1-2 seconds at 60-70+ mph.
Driver in the car next to me said to me “Blimey… he really needs to get a motorbike.”
Let’s hope not, we don’t need a crazy w**ker like this in our cirles…