When I was riding home from work on Tuesday morning a man riding some black Carbon featherlite pulled up next to me at the front of the lights northbound at Monument in the middle lane. As the left lane lights turned green I heard a parping and then felt a nudging of my back wheel - just some motorbike having a go at a pushbike eh.
"You're in the wrong fucking lane you dickhead" was my immediate response. The Milk Tray man however made after him as he struggled through the throng yelling....
Our lights turned green and I had to move on into Bishopsgate. Milk Tray Man caught up with me somewhere around the Heron building to check my bike was okay then he sped off in to the City leaving my bad breath and grey eye bags to marvel at the worn out arse patch on his black leggings...
When I was riding home from work on Tuesday morning a man riding some black Carbon featherlite pulled up next to me at the front of the lights northbound at Monument in the middle lane. As the left lane lights turned green I heard a parping and then felt a nudging of my back wheel - just some motorbike having a go at a pushbike eh.
"You're in the wrong fucking lane you dickhead" was my immediate response. The Milk Tray man however made after him as he struggled through the throng yelling....
Our lights turned green and I had to move on into Bishopsgate. Milk Tray Man caught up with me somewhere around the Heron building to check my bike was okay then he sped off in to the City leaving my bad breath and grey eye bags to marvel at the worn out arse patch on his black leggings...