Blind, Arrogant Car Drivers
(*Guest Hate* This hate was submitted by Roger Emery - cyclist, father of two and general moaning bastard)
What gives you the right, in your ton and a half of fume-belching metal, to think you have right of way over all others? You're late? Oh excuse me - go ahead then, please, pull out in front of me without looking to see me on my push bike and try to kill me. After all, you are the most important person in the world and need to get to your stinking, shiney-suited, middle management job in such a hurry to keep up the payments on your dull grey volvo or fog coloured BMW. No, smart arse, it's not silver and neither are your unneccessary sunglasses on an overcast day.
And why are you so late you have to try to kill people to get to work? Is it because you are too lazy to walk or too selfish to take public transport? Or is your personality so vile it needs to be kept by itself in a wheeled box with room for five? Or is it because there are just sooo many other frivolous single occupant vehicles in your way - yes they are a bother aren't they!
Oh, sorry, you need to drop your fat, lazy, playstationed offspring off at their detention centre. So it's you that deems it safe to park half on the pavement outside of schools so people with toddlers and prams have to take to the roads to get around you, while you unobservantly open your doors into the path of anything that is trying to get past. Please do us all a favour - set your sat nav to Cuba and point your sensory deprevation chamber towards Lands End. And on your way, try not to knock me and my 2 year old son off of our push bike. Thank you.
What gives you the right, in your ton and a half of fume-belching metal, to think you have right of way over all others? You're late? Oh excuse me - go ahead then, please, pull out in front of me without looking to see me on my push bike and try to kill me. After all, you are the most important person in the world and need to get to your stinking, shiney-suited, middle management job in such a hurry to keep up the payments on your dull grey volvo or fog coloured BMW. No, smart arse, it's not silver and neither are your unneccessary sunglasses on an overcast day.
And why are you so late you have to try to kill people to get to work? Is it because you are too lazy to walk or too selfish to take public transport? Or is your personality so vile it needs to be kept by itself in a wheeled box with room for five? Or is it because there are just sooo many other frivolous single occupant vehicles in your way - yes they are a bother aren't they!
Oh, sorry, you need to drop your fat, lazy, playstationed offspring off at their detention centre. So it's you that deems it safe to park half on the pavement outside of schools so people with toddlers and prams have to take to the roads to get around you, while you unobservantly open your doors into the path of anything that is trying to get past. Please do us all a favour - set your sat nav to Cuba and point your sensory deprevation chamber towards Lands End. And on your way, try not to knock me and my 2 year old son off of our push bike. Thank you.
posted by Percy Herbert at
2:34 pm
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