...what are you on buddy? I'm out on a training ride on my bike and I come to a small village (Standon) where I'm about to go up the little high street and turn left at the end. You reverse out in front of me - that's OK, I wasn't that close - but then you slowly pull away and then dawdle in the road. I get fed up waiting and ride past you, only to see that although you have a very expensive brand new Range Rover, you don't have a hands-free kit, which you are showing off by talking down a phone which you have up against your ear
. As I go past, I cop a good look and shout out 'nice to see you're on your phone mate'. I turn left and as I pull away, you roar up behind, leaning on your horn - continuously
. You overtake me, leaning on your horn continuously
and then drive off up the road, leaning on your horn continuously
. I think you're a w4nker, so I chase after you and bloody well nearly catch you - doing 30mph sprinting up the drag on the A120 out of the village - yes, I was that p*ssed off. Couldn't quite make it, sadly, although my gestures would leave you in no doubt as to what I thought of you.
Anyone know a ***** who drives a funereal-looking Range Rover with a plate like N18 NPP, living near Bishops Stortford?