...watch out for *rsey DFS delivery lorry drivers - murderous b*****ds.
allow me to recount my story [and I fully apologise for any poor language that may have slipped through in my post as such was the heated engagement that ensued...]
in very very short:...well, i got forced off the road [hit off the road to be exact] and then the driver gets out and starts on me. so lets see multi-ton vehicle against bike...wonder who wins that one. fat ex-convict driver starts on me [athletic build, not beefy, and certainly no belly] - i calmly attempt to get away without a fuss, he persists in making a big deal of it. i think - if you were in such a hurry in the first place why stop to have a fight? numpty.
anyway...here's what happened - long version -
I was heading home from being down at the boatclub i coach and row at, heading to work at about 10:30am. bright sunny and hot day.
my route takes me over a hump-backed railway bridge and turn along a straight road that crosses the M4 before it heads out of london and towards Turnham Green [in case any know it].
So, i go up and over bridge and come down to junction with long straight road, look left right and last time left, seeing all clear I head off [bikes accelerate faster than cars, so i knew i was fine even tho nothing there]. up this road there are cars parked on both sides and traffic islands at regular intervals, therefore I ride a small way out away from potentially opening car doors [had a mate who almost lost an arm cause of someone opening up without looking]
i carry on for maybe 100m then hear loud engine reving and honking behind me and too the right. so anything coming along this road to have caught up - and not be seen moments ago would have to have been tanking along some what! A big lorry then looms over me as the driver is leaning over and shouting at me through the passenger side to look where I'm going and move over. WTF?
ok, i figured he'd ba able to pass a bit later on where there aren't any cars after a traffic island, coming up rather fast now. so he slows and calls a halt to his over-taking procedure sitting right on my arse [i'm now virtually flat out now trying to get away, speedo reading 42km - on the flat!].
i go through the narrowed bit past the traffic island and the next thing I know this lorry is almost hitting my left elbow - he's squeezed INSIDE me! - again driver continuing to hurl abuse at my wreckless driving...excuse me?
if that wasn't bad enough he starts to push over to the right and now not only am I facing on coming traffic but also he is on the wrong side too.
"thats how lunatic this guy is?" i thought..."****e"
some how this guy slows down and I find myself ahead - perhaps something to do with my blasting the legs down out of abject fear for my life and not wanting to be splatted on the front of a VW Golf.
so I cross over the M4, tw*t following hard, naow on the right again, and he levels with me only to start squeezing me into the railings at on the curb of the junction. "this cant be happening!"
for some reason he shoots ahead and I avoid a nasty collision and thinking he'd buggered off and left me alone was alarmed to suddenly see him slow down. we're level again - him leaning over shouting [that would be not watching the road then] - starts to move over onto me, crub getting closer until he accelerates one last time and brakes hard and to the left, hitting me onto the pavement.
shaken i gather myself - no damage luckily. i start to get going only to se this F*wit jumping out of the cab and running upto me shouting. he pushes me off my bike and grabs me by the neck starting to hit me. he almost gets my bike of me but i yank it off him [how dare he]
of course I'm shouting no pleasentaries either: "what the f* you doing running me off the road like that?"
so he started coming up with all this crap about him saying 'we'll see whos right or wrong, my boss is following me and we'll get the police etc.' so i said "fine, please do - lets see now, bike verses lorry. well, thats f*ing fair isn't it you half wit".
'ere, I've been in prison doing life for killin' people like you'
[you what? oh f*ing great, a nutter has started on me. why me?]
to which i smuggly replied, "well they shouldn't have f*ing let you out then!"
'are you on drugs? i think you are, you should be in a loony bin, your men'al you is'
so i said "oh yes, I shot up just this morning actually. hi as a freaking kite me. oh yes. just popping some more now, want some?"
so i think my slightly paniced yet witty remarks only pissed him off further [so what, give him what he deserves - verbal abuse. cause I'm not the fighting kind unless i get pushed and this guy was pushing it. already took two punches still not gonna get into anything - was actaully trying to escape.]
he had hold of my back pack - of course not being happy about it i used every insult i could think of involving his mum, great highs and small genitalia.
eventually he came out with 'just appologise and i'll let you go'
"ALRIGHT THEN!"i screamed "i'm SOOOO, F*ing sorry for you, no really I am"
'right thats it'
"Oh f* you, you oaf"
'say sorry'
"sorry, happy?" he lets go - i'm out of reach - "[cue more wore word not fit to come out of a warthogs arse]".
but all through this incident my mind is actually on getting reg. number and decription of vehicle. hence why i was remaining calm - though shouting was a sort of tennis match, in a bizaar way amusing but only in a teeny tiny part of my brain.
vehicle was a Cream coloured D.F.S funiture delivery Lorry.
reg. number = AE51YTC
[i'm positive about first 4 but last three best of knowledge, mind you, how many dfs lorries are there that would have been in the area on that day?]
so, off i trot to police station - filed for assault. hope the c*nt gets it up the *rse when he's back inside with all his 'chums' sharing foecal matter.