Got told to wear a helmet by some middle aged dullard on the back of a motorbike, accompanied with the usual "what happened to my friend" justification.
I replied several times with variations of "thanks and sorry about your mate but I've done my research and and I'm happy with my personal risk assessment"
What did I get back? "There's only one helmet a lady needs"
My commute was cut short by a flat, I was close to home no drama.
I got to try my chinese chamois boxers. I sized up (uk s so got an l) I was cut out of them 3 hours later after losing a kilo of sweat in the office.
Commando ride home in jeans.
Got told to wear a helmet by some middle aged dullard on the back of a motorbike, accompanied with the usual "what happened to my friend" justification.
I replied several times with variations of "thanks and sorry about your mate but I've done my research and and I'm happy with my personal risk assessment"
What did I get back? "There's only one helmet a lady needs"
Fucking entitled prick.