On the road with a couple of Angels

Please don’t let the title of this post fool you… all isn’t as it seems. Yes, I have, for years, been trying to communicate with my Angels, or any Angels for that matter, either me to them, them to me, or in both directions.

I’ve received signs along the way, pointers, definite choices, flashes of inspiration and that sort of thing, but as yet no direct conversation between humble old me and those Elevated and Transcended Beings. I know that the Angels prefer to use other methods to get their messages through to us, so I should really be pleased with the messages I have received, but being human, I want more.

Now I sound greedy, which isn’t what I mean at all.

I’m changing the tone of this post somewhat now, away from one sort of Angel to another. And I’m briefly touching upon one of the scourges of modern society: the dillop.

Long time readers will be aware that a dillop is what I call discourteous road users. We are all aware of them, and I’m sure we’ve all displayed dillop-like qualities in our road use on occasions from time to time now and then. Dillops can be cyclists, drivers, pedestrians, loose animals (stray horses can be MAJOR dillops on the road), basically and potentially anything that comes into contact with a road and another road user. One simply needs to be aware that anyone could be a dillop.

Earlier tonight I had to chuckle whilst driving.

I was waiting at my usual spot, a red traffic light, when a thunderous noise approached from behind, swiftly followed by a second thunderous noise . I checked in my rear-view mirror and saw that two motorcyclists were behind me, the second one walking his hefty machine beside the first as he’d pulled up behind him, instead of where (apparently) he actually wanted to be.

The lane we were in was a filter lane, so we could drive left around the corner ahead on a green light, where the rest of the junction was still on the red.

I set off at my usual careful pace, and one of the motorcyclists burst around beside me to overtake, and thundered ahead.

The motorcyclists were on Harley Davidsons, and wore leather jackets emblazoned with ‘Sons of Hells Angels’ on the back.

With Hells Angel number one being up ahead, I knew that number two was certain to follow suit and overtake. And sure enough, I was right. Only he hit a snag.

The pedestrian crossing ahead had changed to red lights, so I and number two had to stop side by side whilst the crossing was in use. Up ahead, I could see number one had pulled over to the side to wait for his friend.

As soon as the crossing became green, number two shot off like a bat out of Hell, and number one pulled out as number two had caught up.

They both then had to brake sharply, as the roundabout up ahead was very busy and they had to give way. I tootled up behind them as they waited, when number two had a chance to drive around the roundabout to the right. Number one followed next, and then me.

The next set of traffic lights were also on red, and I could see both Hells Angels patiently waiting. And then they had to wait again at the next roundabout as that was busy also.

The reason for my chuckling was that these two motorcyclists, hardly dillops by any stretch of the word I must add, weren’t exactly living up to my perceived perception of how a Hells Angelite would tear up the road… waiting patiently, giving way and that sort of thing.

But my perception’s a funny old thing at times.

The other day, I was flicking through the TV channels to see what was on, when I stumbled across a sports programme. Now me and sports don’t exactly gel together, but I don’t mind watching the occasional major sporting event… Olympics, Winter Sports, that kind of thing… not the normal every day stuff. The channel I’d flicked onto was showing the Men’s Embroidery Championships… until I re-read it. The Men’s EuroHockey Championships. The next channel I flicked to was showing ‘See the world weather’, although the EPG had actually said ‘See the world better’; and then the next channel was actually showing a programme about extreme weather conditions around the world, so I got there eventually, in a roundabout way.

I think those two Hells Angels were sending me a message. Not everything is how I think it should be, but look again. Sometimes the fun parts of life occur just when you aren’t paying full attention.

It fits.

It fits…