Nemesis swiftly follows hubris, allegedly

I've spent a couple of days in Deutschland this week. I was coming back
on Friday at about 6 ish so I took the bike.

Left Heathrow at 6, M4 was hell, 5mph traffic for about 10 miles.

Some twat on a Bandit is stopped in lane 2a making no progress
whatsoever. There is a space, he can get through if he wants to, for
some reason he doesn't want to.

I came up behind him and waited for about 30 seconds. The traffic
started to move. Did he move over and let me pass? Did he ****.

Traffic's too heavy to get into lane 1a, but there's room for him to go
into lane 2.

I beep my horn. He moves, I see him clock me in his mirror.

15 seconds or so pass and nothing. He's not pulling over. I sound my
horn again and 'gesture' "get out of the fucking way". He's still not
moving.

I manage to force my way past as lane 3 moves slightly.

As I get past my blood is boiling slightly. I've opened the throttle
and am accelerating away in third. I've got one of those throttle screw
things that means I don't have to hold the throttle open. I take my
right hand out of the bar muff and give matey the wanker sign.
Vigorously.

I go to grab the bars and snag the bar muff... causing the bike to
weave and almost collect a van in lane 2.

Whoops.

Before I start shouting "Learn to ride you fucking ****" I ought to
learn to remember that bar muffs can get in the way.


Still, managed to do the 100 mile Heathrow trip in just about 90 minutes
in rush hour Friday night traffic; saving myself a good 30-45 minutes.
Hope twatty on the Bandit fucking broke down somewhere.

 

Heh, been there. I feel your pain brother.

Some 4X4 probably went up the back of him.

 

Because I wear summer gloves all year round and don't want to get them
wet- they're a pain to dry out. My commute is about 115 miles a day so
it doesn't take much of a downpour to get my gloves wet if I don't use
bar muffs.