So, I'm riding home this evening, enjoying that low sun, gliding along and I overtook this city guy on a chunky mountain bike - and just as I passed him, he turned his fat head and spat out a huge snot ball. It hit me right in my groin and just sat there, wobbling about. I almost crashed with disbelief. I slowed down to give him a speech on the Dos and Don'ts of spitting whilst riding (there are rules, and they aim at the gutter), but he peddled off super quick.
I stopped, flicked that oyster off with a twig and then peddled like the wind to track that asshole down. I found him at some red lights, and he went beetroot when I pointed at my soggy groin. He then said sorry.
I wanted to take a shit on him or something, but too much time had passed.
So, I'm riding home this evening, enjoying that low sun, gliding along and I overtook this city guy on a chunky mountain bike - and just as I passed him, he turned his fat head and spat out a huge snot ball. It hit me right in my groin and just sat there, wobbling about. I almost crashed with disbelief. I slowed down to give him a speech on the Dos and Don'ts of spitting whilst riding (there are rules, and they aim at the gutter), but he peddled off super quick.
I stopped, flicked that oyster off with a twig and then peddled like the wind to track that asshole down. I found him at some red lights, and he went beetroot when I pointed at my soggy groin. He then said sorry.
I wanted to take a shit on him or something, but too much time had passed.
Spit left. Please.