We stopped at a pedestrian red light, me on my bike and him in his white 320d. I was balancing on my pedals, waitingfor the pedestrian to cross, then moved off just as they reached the pavement but a little before the flashing amber. He wound down his passenger window and shouted, “wait for the red light, you prick”, then floored it, in a 30 zone but doing substantially more, to the next set of lights. I caught up with him, got a good look at him - smallish, pretty, with luscious c0ck-sucking lips. He didn’t wind down his window this time, the coward. I see on the MOT checker that he wrote his car off soon after, the loser.
Mid-twenties, lean build, small to medium height, vain, pretty, small genitals
