101 wankers

I am also in rural Norfolk right now –- quite impressed with the number of cyclists out in the lanes, and how friendly they are.

Still an inordinate number of boy-racing wankers though. I just wish I could tell all the male drivers in this godforsaken county*: when I am riding in the middle of nowhere, and the only person I've seen for hours drives past me and beeps at me, I do not think 'how nice of him, he must like me'. I think 'I am going to die in this fucking field, aren't I?'

*It's actually very nice.

What's your whereabouts?