A BMX rider got into a dispute with another cyclist the other morning, while we were all waiting in the ASL box on Waterloo Bridge north side, opposite the theatres and that.
"Why you swearing at me bro?!" - at this point I should point out this chap was stacked, wearing a baseball cap with big headphones, and was, shall we say, possibly putting on an affected accent.
This is happening behind me. Is he talking to me? I look behind me, but he's asking a guy a few bike widths across from him.
"You cut me up mate."
"No I didn't, I was in front of you bro!"
A bit of back and forth, disputing.
BMX: "You puny fucker, I'll cut you up, I'll cut you right now."
"Whatever mate, jesus."
Lights change, I ride off, I think they go their separate ways.
Forgot about that until this BMX post. Tenuous I know, but, fucking hell, cycling, sometimes...
A BMX rider got into a dispute with another cyclist the other morning, while we were all waiting in the ASL box on Waterloo Bridge north side, opposite the theatres and that.
"Why you swearing at me bro?!" - at this point I should point out this chap was stacked, wearing a baseball cap with big headphones, and was, shall we say, possibly putting on an affected accent.
This is happening behind me. Is he talking to me? I look behind me, but he's asking a guy a few bike widths across from him.
"You cut me up mate."
"No I didn't, I was in front of you bro!"
A bit of back and forth, disputing.
BMX: "You puny fucker, I'll cut you up, I'll cut you right now."
"Whatever mate, jesus."
Lights change, I ride off, I think they go their separate ways.
Forgot about that until this BMX post. Tenuous I know, but, fucking hell, cycling, sometimes...