On my way to the cinema, there is a long section of one way roads where
the cars up ahead kept braking sharply and then pulling way. Once the
car 2 places ahead of me got to the point I could see why, a group of
chav bastards were standing at the side of the road and then jumping in
front of the cars to make them stop.
As I went past one walking into the road so I pulled further over to
avoid him but had no intention of stopping, so the little bastard kicked
my right pannier trying to knock me off, luckily I was moving at about
20mph by the time I got kicked so the bike was pretty stable and I
didn't come off - FUCKING GIT.
I thought about stopping and having a 'word' with the little shite but
then thought any one of the group could be armed with a knife (or worse)
and although in my leather I wouldn't feel many punches if it came to
that, the suit certainly wouldn't stop a knife so I just carried on.
Even on my way to the cinema I still wanted to go back and find the
retard, I hope he broke every bone in his foot - that or he carried on
doing it and someone in a car didn't stop in time.
Wish I'd called the police but deep down, I guess I was still hoping
they'd get run over.
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