Is it time to start calling out bad cyclists?

I can trackstand till the cows come home. I can do it while looking at my watch, scratching my arse, applying lipstick, rolling a cigarette or pleasuring a poodle. I can do it in my flat, I can do it with my cat, I can do it when I'm fat, I can do it in a hat.

But when I set off again, I have an existential crisis because I don't know where I'm going, or why, and I always feel it would have been better not to stop.

So you've been practicing since December?
https://www.lfgss.com/thread10167-36.html#post3281637

/wac

Sorry!