• I like to race cars and scooters, only when they're dawdling along obviously; I just pretend they're not. I remember when waterloo bridge was squeezed into 2 single file lanes and I was forced at the bottleneck to either stop and let a bus take the space, or speed up a little to take up some room behind a 4x4, which was already part occupied by a moped. When I arrived and slowed to the 6 mph pace dictated by the traffic with no passing room available, I got 3 horns right in my right ear from the moped who felt she needed all 10 foot of road width given her inability to drive straight. All I could hear for the next 30 seconds while I was trappped in this encounter, truddling along at walking pace, was her high pitched squeeling from under her helmet as she swung left and right unable to hold a line at this break neck speed.

    As the road opened into 2 lanes again I let her pass, still squeeling. I caught up with her after waterloo and overtook her to leave her at the next roundabout, giving her a little wave and a smile.

    I dunno what point I was trying to prove, and I had to turn around as I'd gone past my flat.

    that matters not a jot

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