Some total bell-end in chef trousers, on a creaking shit heap in front of me on a shared use path. I'd been trundling, waiting for the chance to get by. When he eventually noticed me he gave it a triple take, sped up and then, as the path widened, started sprinting. He looked back again and as I was in the process of trundling past, he gave it Cav's 'second kick'. Maybe it was playful rather than macho. I doubt it. I should have told him to 'go chop an onion' or something.
Some total bell-end in chef trousers, on a creaking shit heap in front of me on a shared use path. I'd been trundling, waiting for the chance to get by. When he eventually noticed me he gave it a triple take, sped up and then, as the path widened, started sprinting. He looked back again and as I was in the process of trundling past, he gave it Cav's 'second kick'. Maybe it was playful rather than macho. I doubt it. I should have told him to 'go chop an onion' or something.