I was waiting for the pedestrian lights on the corner of Larapinta Drive and Stuart Highway.
I crossed when they went green, as I always do, ever since my life as a Single Female Bicycle Rider began.
The last part, there where traffic from Larapinta turns onto Stuart Highway is not regulated by a light, so I crossed, as I usually do, in my arrogant Dutch Single Female Bicycle Rider style, and just did not cut off a blue ute.
In spite of the fact that I had safely crossed and the ute had not have to slow down considerably, I could see that the driver was furious. It was a little before eight in the morning and he had to be someplace urgently, that much was clear.
He stopped his ute in the middle of the road, stepped out of it and began screaming at me at the top of his voice: “Get off the street, you, get off the f*ing street.”
I waved at him in my calm Single Female Bicycle Rider style. This made him almost explode.
Other cars had stopped now and were watching the spectacle with interest. If you were there, watching the insane outburst, call me and you can have a free five (5) minute ride on my Kronan.