Had the Grand Prix on earlier then went out on the bike for an hour. Coming back through merstham this boy racer type comes gunning up the outside, engine screaming, misses me by about a centimetre hwen skidding to a halt for the traffic lights I'm waiting at.
His windows were down and his music was louder than heavy metal night at Glastonbury. I couldn't resist it, "F**k me I thought it was Lewis Hamilton there for a minute" I shouted in through the window.
He leaned over and turning the radio down replied "Wot yiw sayinn?"
"F**k me I thought it was Lewis Hamilton there for a minute" I repeated.
"Lewis Hamilton's black" came the reply.
"He can drive a car too" I responded, "so that's two ways you're different."
Now telling a teenager in a modded VW that he can't drive is like telling him his pe**s is tiny, so at this point, considering his options, things could have gone a number of ways. Violence (I was bigger than him) using his vehicle as a weapon (I was alongside him so he couldn't drive it at me). Knives? Shotgun under the dash? A line of cars had gradually formed in the queue behind him so there were witnesses aplenty.
He simply had to take his medicine. The lights turned green and the way this little f***wit drove off...? well I hope he hasn't got a girlfriend or a dog cos something's gonna get a beatin' when he gets home.