Riding around the pedegeddon of South Kensington tube station carefully as always this morning, some corduroy wearing yoghurt weaver on a brompton rides straight off the pavement into the road right into my path. I brake and shout "whoah!".
Catch up with him a few seconds later and politely state "you should check behind you before pulling out" (I declined to say anything about the pavement riding for want of starting an argument or being too much of an arse) to which he replied "I did".
I see. Well for a start that suggests then that you simply didn't give a fuck and knew I'd have to brake to avoid hitting you and so you are a cunt, or that you are lying and thus a cunt - which you did, because I was watching you the whole time and you didn't look behind yourself once, you cunt.
Riding around the pedegeddon of South Kensington tube station carefully as always this morning, some corduroy wearing yoghurt weaver on a brompton rides straight off the pavement into the road right into my path. I brake and shout "whoah!".
Catch up with him a few seconds later and politely state "you should check behind you before pulling out" (I declined to say anything about the pavement riding for want of starting an argument or being too much of an arse) to which he replied "I did".
I see. Well for a start that suggests then that you simply didn't give a fuck and knew I'd have to brake to avoid hitting you and so you are a cunt, or that you are lying and thus a cunt - which you did, because I was watching you the whole time and you didn't look behind yourself once, you cunt.
In conclusion: cunt.