What is it with motorcyclists! They cut you up, they undertake, overtake they think they own the god damn road but guess what the sun shines out of their arse! However the worst thing, if you do something wrong in their eyes you get the wobbly head man shake of disapproval like you’ve just disappointed your dad – I’d rather get the finger!
So wobbly head man appears behind me coming up to a road about, and then braking to a stop he sits in my blind spot so I have no idea where he is. So I push the loud peddle as I pull away to try and create a gap between the two of us and head for the motorway slip road. All of the traffic sticks to the left hand lane here and then spreads into the two lanes of the slip way as you enter it… but no not wobbly head man, he is trying to get his knee down (mostly by leaning off the bike as its still pretty much upright) by sweeping in from the right lane. So now I’ve pulled out in front of wobbly head in the overtaking lane, seeing him I’ve accelerated harder to avoid a wobbly moment but it’s too late. I hit the motorway and the sound of a middle aged man in leather trying to cling to a bike far to fast for him comes screaming past giving me the shake of disapproval. (I mentally reach for my wheel wrench and dream of clumping it round his head!)
Then further down the m-way he slows down and I come past him. Moments later wobbly head man is back amongst the traffic weaving his way through and just as I need to pull off at my junction there he is – right on my bumper waiting to undertake. So the indicator is going he is still there behind me so I move across… wobbly, wobbly feckin’ wobbly man gives it the bigger shakes this time and - screeeeeech he comes past. I hate you, I bloody hate you! Take the train next time you scum bag!!!!!
And breathe.