Roads dangerous, film at 11
Had a near miss driving home from work today. The Kenilworth Rd, going northish, towards the junction with Kenpas Highway. Just before the lights you get three north-bound lanes (for L,SO,R at the junction); I was in the R lane, probably still doing 40ish (not quite the point where I start to brake for the lights); a bus is stopped, blocking the lane going south. The driver behind it becomes impatient, and pulls out to drive round it, coming directly into my path. I hit the brakes in a full-on, smell of burning rubber, adrenal gland emptying itself into your blood-stream, wish-you-had-ABS emergency stop; by the time they notice anything is amiss, they are alongside the bus, and sit there looking stupid until the bus driver pulls away from the stop, and they get back into their lane.
I'm glad I was paying attention!
I'm glad I was paying attention!
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Lucily I didn't have to wait to pull out as there wasn't much traffic. Part way round I stopped indicating right and was about to indicate left when I realised there was a jerk in boy-racer so close on my inside that he was in danger of taking off my wing-mirror; our doors were less than four inches apart! I wasn't exactly hanging about given the very wet roads. He seemed intent on forcing me off the road. I indicated left anyway and held my route; I couldn't slow up as he would have hit me.
He dropped back slightly after I indicated left and dropped out of my line of sight; I though he'd turned left into the preceeding single-carriageway road, so I turned left into the left lane of the dual-carriage way that I wanted. It isn't usually a good idea to get into the right lane as there is a right turn only a few yards further on when there are usually a number of cars waiting.
It was only when I was past the right turn and a car zoomed past me well over the 40mph limit and cut in quite tightly in front of me and braked that I realised that I'd probably managed to cut-up the jerk! I pulled into the right lane, there was no other traffic, and he swerved right. I stopped, locked the doors, had a quick look round, backed up a yard and did a U-turn over a dip in the central reservation and went the other way home.
I'm sorry I cut him up; it wasn't my intention to do so, but if he hadn't been performing an illegal and highly dangerous manouver it wouldn't have happened.
That little incident took place half-way between Wolverhampton and Birmingham. Yes, they are crazy round here. I've seen more vehicles jump red lights in the year or so that I've been living here than at all other times of my life: I'll see dozens in the six miles to work in the morning. The amber will go to red as the red goes to red/amber. Several seconds after the red/amber has gone green there will be vehicles crossing the the junction, regardless of whether it is a simple cross-roads or a large roundabout with traffic lights! All types of vehicle: cars, white vans, small lorries, artics, buses, you name it.
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I wish, in some ways, that I was brave enough to physically stand up to those types of little morons, but the possible prospect of physical violence unnerves me rather. :-(
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