I went Brockley>OKR>Borough>City this morning just to make a change.
Just after the OKR veers right after the bus garage a chap in a blue BMW 5 series starts honking his horn.
I look round, to see that he has wound his window down, and is saying something whilst pointing to his head.
This being Londons famous London, and he being in a car and me being on a bike I assume he is having a pop- possibly about my helmetless head.
However I cannot hear him, so I sort of shrug and carry on.
He moves a bit closer and I finally hear that he is shouting "Hat! You dropped your hat!"
I shove my hand in my pocket and find no Rolla cap- and shout "Thanks!" at the chap and turn round, going back up the OKR scanning the road and pavement for the cap.
Finally I spot it quite a way back- under a bus in the middle of the road.
Continuing on until a gap in the traffic appears I turn again, to see an old boy on a sit-up and beg bike stopped, reaching down where my hat was.
I catch up to him just as he has finished putting my cap on- and cheerily say "Morning! Thanks for picking up my cap!"
He splutters something ending in mate and hands it over.
I cycle on with a big grin, this having been a nice little incident on an otherwise standard commute.
Then a woman in a silver golf almost takes me off as she changes lanes whilst sending a text- and normal service is resumed on Londons roads.
I went Brockley>OKR>Borough>City this morning just to make a change.
Just after the OKR veers right after the bus garage a chap in a blue BMW 5 series starts honking his horn.
I look round, to see that he has wound his window down, and is saying something whilst pointing to his head.
This being Londons famous London, and he being in a car and me being on a bike I assume he is having a pop- possibly about my helmetless head.
However I cannot hear him, so I sort of shrug and carry on.
He moves a bit closer and I finally hear that he is shouting "Hat! You dropped your hat!"
I shove my hand in my pocket and find no Rolla cap- and shout "Thanks!" at the chap and turn round, going back up the OKR scanning the road and pavement for the cap.
Finally I spot it quite a way back- under a bus in the middle of the road.
Continuing on until a gap in the traffic appears I turn again, to see an old boy on a sit-up and beg bike stopped, reaching down where my hat was.
I catch up to him just as he has finished putting my cap on- and cheerily say "Morning! Thanks for picking up my cap!"
He splutters something ending in mate and hands it over.
I cycle on with a big grin, this having been a nice little incident on an otherwise standard commute.
Then a woman in a silver golf almost takes me off as she changes lanes whilst sending a text- and normal service is resumed on Londons roads.