Rammed from behind

I got rammed from behind today. While waiting at a roundabout for a gap in the traffic, the fat old codger in the car behind me decided that he'd been stationary for long enough so he rammed me. This is in a quiet, rural, seaside place. When I turned round and asked him what the Dickens he was playing at - or words to that effect - he at first blanked me, then shrugged his shoulders and eventually waved me away with a "Go on." I pulled over to the side of the road to check the damage and he drove off, as did all the witnesses behind him, including the CCTV-equipped bus that was two cars behind. I wasn't injured but he broke my rear mudguard and, surprisingly, my Garmin 705, which cost me £300 back in the day. He's probably in the pub right now, resting his massive gut on the bar while he brags to his mates about bagging a bloody cyclist.

I won't give out too much of a description of the prick because the bus company have said that they keep those CCTV recordings for seven days and that they will hand this one over to the police when they ask for it. The local police have said this is a line of inquiry since I have Old Man Belly's registration number and a promise of CCTV footage.

I tell non-cycling people about the amount of hatred that I face every day for riding a bike and they don't believe me. But this guy would never dream of ramming a car in a queue of traffic, or a pedestrian crossing the road in front of him. Anyone with a bike between their legs? That's fair game! He probably thinks he did his duty, thanks to the anti-cycling brainwashing that these morons suck up every day.