Riding along, you politely overtake the slow dude riding in the gutter, lights change ahead of you; you slowly reduce your speed, coming to a gentle stop in the middle on the little cyclist’s box before the white line so you don’t have to crane your neck too hard watching for the light to change to amber.
All of a sudden, slow coach from down the road pulls in front of you, fidgets as the light goes green and then slowly moves off as the cars behind you now crowd your space.
How many times is polite to allow this to happen on the same journey before you bludgeon the panting “Bike to Work Scheme Cunt” to death outside McColl’s with his mini pump?
We've all been there...
Riding along, you politely overtake the slow dude riding in the gutter, lights change ahead of you; you slowly reduce your speed, coming to a gentle stop in the middle on the little cyclist’s box before the white line so you don’t have to crane your neck too hard watching for the light to change to amber.
All of a sudden, slow coach from down the road pulls in front of you, fidgets as the light goes green and then slowly moves off as the cars behind you now crowd your space.
How many times is polite to allow this to happen on the same journey before you bludgeon the panting “Bike to Work Scheme Cunt” to death outside McColl’s with his mini pump?