• I called out a silver-haired-dentist-type-in-Rapha, scooting along the inside of a tipper truck on Upper Thames.

    No turns, stationary traffic, so not a suicidal dick move in itself.

    Except that he was going soooooooo fuuuuuuucking sloooooooowly, as if he wanted to make sure he was up along side when the traffic does start to move.

    To make up for his disappointment at not being shoulder-to-shoulder with the truck, having made it to the front before the lights changed, he sits a bare foot or two in front of the cab, just out of eyesight, and then on the off, does the most painfully protracted clipping in procedure, looking down at his feet and all but stopping, while the tipper keeps merrily rolling on.

    Fuuuuuuuu....

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