Yesterday evening, I agreed with two friends to meet at the cinema Vendome to watch the movie “California Dreamin’ (Endless)” – which is by the way highly recommadable. When I arrived, I locked my bike on the opposite side of the street and tried to walk to the entrance through the zebra crossing. I had already one foot on the street when I had to quickly pull it back because of a car that obviously didn’t care too much about traffic rules, since it did not bother to stop albeit having seen me long before and not driving particularly fast either.
As a biker I am always quite sensitive about careless car drivers – enough to be found in Brussels – so, in a moment of righteous agitation, I stroke a loud blow at the car’s window. Having my gloves still on, I couldn’t have caused any damage, but the bang has been loud enough to alert the driver. He (a young guy with apparent “migrational background” – I’m happy to leave the discussion about that fact to German politicians) jumped out of the car and ran after me shouting diverse insults in French.
