fellow morning bicycle-riding commuter: "hiya, did you know I catch you up almost every day"
me, bemused, but delighted at such unexpected conversation: "err, oh"
fellow morning bicycle-riding commuter: "you are one of the worst cyclists i have ever seen"
{conversation continues a little, then tapers off}
taking this as a complement on the chin for now...
(something about coloured lights seemed to be getting his goat a little, although we did happen to enjoy our meeting of riding-philosophies at the Euston Road traffic lights, awaiting the road to be clear, which is usually accompanied by a light on top of a stick turning to green, :-)
taking this as a complement on the chin for now...
I once watched you egregiously jump the red light at the Union Tavern up Lloyd Baker Street. I was on gears and so I assume that's why you didn't recognise me.
taking this
as a complementon the chin for now...(something about coloured lights seemed to be getting his goat a little, although we did happen to enjoy our meeting of riding-philosophies at the Euston Road traffic lights, awaiting the road to be clear, which is usually accompanied by a light on top of a stick turning to green, :-)