I was driving recently when I came upon a cyclist of the nodder variety talking on the phone while weaving all over the road. I drove slowly behind him for fear of knocking him over while overtaking him. I wound down my window (OK, I pressed the button and the electricity stuff did the rest) and requested, firmly that he should desist from phoning while cycling. He, broke his call to deliver verbal abuse to me, and then returned to the matter in hand. I pressed my hand onto the horn of my car and rather interrupted his ever so important conversation.
Cyclists can also be tits.
When cycling I have been known to interrupt a call by poking my face through an open window and enquiring whether the call is worth more than my life.
I was driving recently when I came upon a cyclist of the nodder variety talking on the phone while weaving all over the road. I drove slowly behind him for fear of knocking him over while overtaking him. I wound down my window (OK, I pressed the button and the electricity stuff did the rest) and requested, firmly that he should desist from phoning while cycling. He, broke his call to deliver verbal abuse to me, and then returned to the matter in hand. I pressed my hand onto the horn of my car and rather interrupted his ever so important conversation.
Cyclists can also be tits.
When cycling I have been known to interrupt a call by poking my face through an open window and enquiring whether the call is worth more than my life.