Witnessed a little fracas as I was cycling into town this morning, with much hooting.
A little way head of me, a motorist was coming out of a side road on my left, turning left, having not seen the car in front of me bearing down on her. Her view was momentarily obscured by another car waiting at the same side road, turning right.
Now, I think I can tell the difference between a warning toot and a 20-second 'get-outta-my-way' blast! Anyway Mr Hooter gave her the full works as he squeezed past with inches to spare. I got a glimpse of Ms Hooted-at (an elderly lady) as I cycled past: she'd come to a complete stop, a bit grey about the gills, looked scared out of her wits.
Well, I easily got in front of Mr Hooter a bit further on at some lights, so I thought I'd put myself in primary for a while
. I held him on my tail for all of 300 to 400 yards: then I had to 'release' him since I was turning left. I was rewarded with a few choice adjectives from Mr Hooter as he roared past.
But no hooting. Perhaps he'd got the message?!
Question: for this piece of barefaced chutzpah
, ought I to stand in the naughty-corner for a while?