Sp!ke
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I remember once a few years ago, I was up in town on the motorcycle, it was dark and pouring with rain. There I was, minding my own business when a car came up along side me on the inside and then proceeded to move out forcing me into the path of oncoming traffic.
I managed to slam on the brakes and drop back behind the car in question, missing the oncoming car by a fraction of a second.
Anyway I pulled up alongside the offending car at the next set of lights to verbally express my anger with his standard of driving.
I thought I was being quite polite considering the chap had very nearly caused me to have a head on collision with someone at a combined speed of about 70mph. I kept my cool, I didn’t even swear but this chap was obviously spoiling for a fight.
No sooner had I opened my mouth, than he leapt out the car and started hitting me. I struggled to put the bike on its stand as I was being repeatedly belted around the head and body. However, I was *still* wearing a crash helmet and underneath my waterproofs I was wearing leathers with full body armour with back, shoulder, chest and kidney protection built into it. So I thought as long as he doesn’t try to kick me in the groin, I was going to be fine.
This loony continued his onslaught regardless and within a few punches I noticed that there was now blood appearing on my visor (presumably from his hands). Cool I thought….this is fun – this guy is so dumb he’s going to beat himself up all on his own. The head punches suddenly stopped and turned to body punches. Aha, he’s hurting I surmised. He continued with a frenzy of body punches, only interspersed by the occasional head punch here and there. I positioned my hands to protect my privates and let him continue and I was by now beginning to chuckle to myself, knowing what my next course of action would be.
The punches started slowing – he was getting tired now. I waited for a pause, opened the visor (which by now was covered in blood) got my bearings and gave him an absolute cracker of a Glasgow Kiss. He went down and stayed down.
As I climbed back on the bike, I took a quick glance at the chap who was now sitting with his head buried in his hands….not that I could see his hands for all the blood.
I often wondered if this chap learnt something that night ….I somehow doubt it other than next time he'd probably use a knife instead.
Moral of the story?
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I managed to slam on the brakes and drop back behind the car in question, missing the oncoming car by a fraction of a second.
Anyway I pulled up alongside the offending car at the next set of lights to verbally express my anger with his standard of driving.
I thought I was being quite polite considering the chap had very nearly caused me to have a head on collision with someone at a combined speed of about 70mph. I kept my cool, I didn’t even swear but this chap was obviously spoiling for a fight.
No sooner had I opened my mouth, than he leapt out the car and started hitting me. I struggled to put the bike on its stand as I was being repeatedly belted around the head and body. However, I was *still* wearing a crash helmet and underneath my waterproofs I was wearing leathers with full body armour with back, shoulder, chest and kidney protection built into it. So I thought as long as he doesn’t try to kick me in the groin, I was going to be fine.
This loony continued his onslaught regardless and within a few punches I noticed that there was now blood appearing on my visor (presumably from his hands). Cool I thought….this is fun – this guy is so dumb he’s going to beat himself up all on his own. The head punches suddenly stopped and turned to body punches. Aha, he’s hurting I surmised. He continued with a frenzy of body punches, only interspersed by the occasional head punch here and there. I positioned my hands to protect my privates and let him continue and I was by now beginning to chuckle to myself, knowing what my next course of action would be.
The punches started slowing – he was getting tired now. I waited for a pause, opened the visor (which by now was covered in blood) got my bearings and gave him an absolute cracker of a Glasgow Kiss. He went down and stayed down.
As I climbed back on the bike, I took a quick glance at the chap who was now sitting with his head buried in his hands….not that I could see his hands for all the blood.
I often wondered if this chap learnt something that night ….I somehow doubt it other than next time he'd probably use a knife instead.
Moral of the story?
Wear Kevlar <img src="http://www.mbclub.co.uk/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/exclamation.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':exla:'>