Late to meet my friend, in Manchester, caning it down a road devoid of cars, and the classic woman with a pushchair walked out in front of me. Didn't even look in my direction, just stepped onto the road. It took serious feathering to keep me from going over the bars, I must have shouted because she wheeled her head round and as our eyes locked, her facial expression turned to sheer terror. She stopped dead and I managed to lean right and kind of nose manual around the pushchair. Back wheel on the ground once again I informed her, "Try looking first, cunt."
Late to meet my friend, in Manchester, caning it down a road devoid of cars, and the classic woman with a pushchair walked out in front of me. Didn't even look in my direction, just stepped onto the road. It took serious feathering to keep me from going over the bars, I must have shouted because she wheeled her head round and as our eyes locked, her facial expression turned to sheer terror. She stopped dead and I managed to lean right and kind of nose manual around the pushchair. Back wheel on the ground once again I informed her, "Try looking first, cunt."