Psychos everywhere, it's bewildering. I had a Golf swing across into my lane, coming towards me, as I was bombing down a hill in Kent on saturday. Later, occupant/s of a Land Rover hurled some screaming abuse out at me. A passenger in a Fiesta happily yelled "Skinny arse!" at me (why, thanks for noticing).
Made the mistake of asking a moped to not be in the bike box on the way home - "Worry about yourself mate" he said, to which I replied that was the reason I was asking why he was in a place he shouldn't be. Obviously he kept repeating the same old shit to me, calling me a wanker and then screaming off at about 40 in a 20.
The roads turn people into utter dicks. And I'll include myself in that; there wasn't much need to get into a confrontation with a dick on a moped.
Psychos everywhere, it's bewildering. I had a Golf swing across into my lane, coming towards me, as I was bombing down a hill in Kent on saturday. Later, occupant/s of a Land Rover hurled some screaming abuse out at me. A passenger in a Fiesta happily yelled "Skinny arse!" at me (why, thanks for noticing).
Made the mistake of asking a moped to not be in the bike box on the way home - "Worry about yourself mate" he said, to which I replied that was the reason I was asking why he was in a place he shouldn't be. Obviously he kept repeating the same old shit to me, calling me a wanker and then screaming off at about 40 in a 20.
The roads turn people into utter dicks. And I'll include myself in that; there wasn't much need to get into a confrontation with a dick on a moped.