Brick sets, bogans and baseball bats...
I headed out for what was meant to be a relatively simple brick set in the heat yesterday to try and build up a bit of an acclimatisation. Apparently however some of brisbane's residents struggle to keep their cool!
I was cycling in a cycle lane down a very steep hill when an absolute moron in his beaten up old commodore overtook me, swerved in front of me, gave me the finger and started to speed off. Convinced I was in the right I promptly returned said finger and the bogan started slowing down.
It being a busy road and him being stopped close to the gutter on the left I couldn't get round his car on either side so I mounted the kerb and stopped in line with his car to blast him through the passenger window. (I figured it was safer to do that than to continue down the road and have him run me down in his car.)
A rather uncivil exchange occurred, which I shan't repeat exactly here (but which involved such intelligent statements as "why don't youse *expletive*s just buy cars?") and then he reached into the backseat of his car and pulled out a baseball bat and began shaking it at me!
At this point it occurred to me that this guy, who was bloodshot to the eyeballs, obviously equipped with only a single-digit IQ and shaking a weapon at me was probably not someone whom I wished to continue to exchange words with and so I spun around and sped off back up the footpath and down the next right hand turn street (thinking it would harder for him to catch me were he to follow). He apparently had lost his train of thought because I wasn't followed.
The rest of the set was comparatively uneventful except for the heat, all up a I did 36 km on the bike and 6 km run and I was pretty exhausted by the end of it.
I was cycling in a cycle lane down a very steep hill when an absolute moron in his beaten up old commodore overtook me, swerved in front of me, gave me the finger and started to speed off. Convinced I was in the right I promptly returned said finger and the bogan started slowing down.
It being a busy road and him being stopped close to the gutter on the left I couldn't get round his car on either side so I mounted the kerb and stopped in line with his car to blast him through the passenger window. (I figured it was safer to do that than to continue down the road and have him run me down in his car.)
A rather uncivil exchange occurred, which I shan't repeat exactly here (but which involved such intelligent statements as "why don't youse *expletive*s just buy cars?") and then he reached into the backseat of his car and pulled out a baseball bat and began shaking it at me!
At this point it occurred to me that this guy, who was bloodshot to the eyeballs, obviously equipped with only a single-digit IQ and shaking a weapon at me was probably not someone whom I wished to continue to exchange words with and so I spun around and sped off back up the footpath and down the next right hand turn street (thinking it would harder for him to catch me were he to follow). He apparently had lost his train of thought because I wasn't followed.
The rest of the set was comparatively uneventful except for the heat, all up a I did 36 km on the bike and 6 km run and I was pretty exhausted by the end of it.
posted by owen at 4:56 pm
1 Comments:
Gosh, you cyclists (or should I asy "youse 'expletives'") sure need to be on your guard.
That's scary stuff.
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