They were by the end!Not riding in single file either
Care to elaborate?Whether they ride on the pavement, or the road, cyclists have definately become a problem.
Only yesterday I had three lycra clad wankers riding 3 abreast along a residential street that has mainly victorian built houses so few driveways, consequently lots of cars parked on the road and very few passing opportunities. These wankers were having a chat and had the audacity to give me the old nescafe shuffle when I gave them a blast of my horn. If you want to have a chat go to the pub like normal people.Whether they ride on the pavement, or the road, cyclists have definately become a problem.
Only yesterday I had three lycra clad wankers riding 3 abreast along a residential street that has mainly victorian built houses so few driveways, consequently lots of cars parked on the road and very few passing opportunities. These wankers were having a chat and had the audacity to give me the old nescafe shuffle when I gave them a blast of my horn. If you want to have a chat go to the pub like normal people.
I was held up for 15 or 20 seconds on the way to the football the other day by a cyclist. I was absolutely livid.Only yesterday I had three lycra clad wankers riding 3 abreast along a residential street that has mainly victorian built houses so few driveways, consequently lots of cars parked on the road and very few passing opportunities. These wankers were having a chat and had the audacity to give me the old nescafe shuffle when I gave them a blast of my horn. If you want to have a chat go to the pub like normal people.
My life went on. Still can't believe the bloke had the audacity to call me a wanker when he was a grown man dressed up likely a bogey and on a push bike.I was held up for 15 or 20 seconds on the way to the football the other day by a cyclist. I was absolutely livid.
Oh, hang on. No, actually I wasn't.
I though the original post was very amusing, @Stat Brother. Wasn't you, was it?
Aaargh. Two posts in and I still can't tell whether you're fishing...My life went on. Still can't believe the bloke had the audacity to call me a wanker when he was a grown man dressed up likely a bogey and on a push bike.
It's the testosterone caused by the exertion.My life went on. Still can't believe the bloke had the audacity to call me a wanker when he was a grown man dressed up likely a bogey and on a push bike.