I got called out by a propa geeza in Stepney Green yesterday. He was no handed, t shirt off and dangling very close to the rear wheel of a small girls bike while he had some banter with his mate on his phone. I stayed behind him expecting erratic riding and eventually plucked up the courage to overtake - giving him a good two or three metres. Which was a good call as he veered straight into me. I didn't say anything, just adjusted, dodged and looked back as I went past. He wasn't pleased though.
"Overtaking on the right side mate? Risky!"
"That's what you're supposed to do"
"Bit close though - yeah?"
"Because you veered into me."
"It's not a fucking race."
"We're doing about 5mph and you can't control your bike."
"Fucking take it easy next time you prick you nearly had me off."
I got called out by a propa geeza in Stepney Green yesterday. He was no handed, t shirt off and dangling very close to the rear wheel of a small girls bike while he had some banter with his mate on his phone. I stayed behind him expecting erratic riding and eventually plucked up the courage to overtake - giving him a good two or three metres. Which was a good call as he veered straight into me. I didn't say anything, just adjusted, dodged and looked back as I went past. He wasn't pleased though.
"Overtaking on the right side mate? Risky!"
"That's what you're supposed to do"
"Bit close though - yeah?"
"Because you veered into me."
"It's not a fucking race."
"We're doing about 5mph and you can't control your bike."
"Fucking take it easy next time you prick you nearly had me off."
"Indeed. What a bell end I am."