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Typical sat eve I just want to relax and watch football.
Dam you Liverpool (joke)
I get a message from m my daughter says can I get her she’s feeling rough.
So I get her location through whatsapp or whatever.
Im approaching Putney Bridge lights traffic. A bus indicating to the curb on his last stop I know the bus route well. I’m about half way past only one car behind.
And he indicates to pull out but still crawls along the left lane as he’s not looking my way at all. I can’t go forward as there’s a turning right lane full off cars so I just stop.
Theres at least two bus lengths before the busses left turn onto a massively wide Putney Bridge. He slowly moves over I can see him in his mirror he’s looking at his machine?
He pulls over into my lane really early and catches my passenger front wing (this is dusk 830pm) so I flash him continually, wave my hand out rhe window, he just keeps creeping slowly through the lights now taking up both lanes? I’m behind.
He crawls with me now flashing and tooting him to stop, he goes through the lights slowly just as they go red so I have no choice but to stop.
Once light goes green (I still don’t know my damage but the car drives ok.
I remembered the first two and last 2 numbers of his bus number. I catch up with him over the bridge him turning right. Me still flashing my led main beam and tooting and waving. No reaction from the driver so I follow him still flashing.
He goes up a bus only road to Putney Bridge station which I know where it comes out.
So I go right left towards station. Stop at the end and notice the bus and driver who hit me coming straight towards me so again I flash him continually and wave my hands. He drives straight past like he has blinkers on. I go to get out of the car to try flag him down, bang didn’t notice a low post , so I realised later I’d put a dent in the drivers door , because of my condition I need to open my door wide to get out. (Balls)
This time by the time I turn around and negotiate traffic on the bridge the bus has gone. (Fcuk). I was furious he never stopped and I still had said daughter to pick up. So luckily I did manage to take a pic of the bus and it’s numbers.
Picked up daughter and looked at my bright red wing and number protector. Plus my new ding right below my door hand on the crease of the side profile.
So now Monday to ring insurance with details.
And said daughter was feeling fine.
Ah it’s good to get off my chest.