To the guy with a fixie disc who cut straight across me in the ASL to turn left just as the lights were turning green - you were apologetic about it, so I shouldn't have yelled 'dickhead move' so loudly. Let's call it even.
To the single speed guy in the City who sat up, took his hands off the bars, slowed down and started zigzagging flamboyantly around drain covers - I was passing you slowly and cautiously because frankly your cycling was scaring the shit out of me. And my caution was justified, because as soon as I started drawing past you, you dropped back down and sped up whilst berating me for having the temerity to overtake while you were riding slowly and not in full control of your bicycle. I hope whatever sense of victory you gained from 'beating' me to the lights (which you sailed through on red) offsets the deep cavernous gnawing feeling you get in the mornings when you look in the mirror and remember you're a prize cunt.
To the guy with a fixie disc who cut straight across me in the ASL to turn left just as the lights were turning green - you were apologetic about it, so I shouldn't have yelled 'dickhead move' so loudly. Let's call it even.
To the single speed guy in the City who sat up, took his hands off the bars, slowed down and started zigzagging flamboyantly around drain covers - I was passing you slowly and cautiously because frankly your cycling was scaring the shit out of me. And my caution was justified, because as soon as I started drawing past you, you dropped back down and sped up whilst berating me for having the temerity to overtake while you were riding slowly and not in full control of your bicycle. I hope whatever sense of victory you gained from 'beating' me to the lights (which you sailed through on red) offsets the deep cavernous gnawing feeling you get in the mornings when you look in the mirror and remember you're a prize cunt.