There was something so flagrant about the RLJing I witnessed last night it really wound me up. I was on foot, Old Street last night. Use the pedestrian crossing, lights go green for me. I spot a guy riding up to the junction and just think, "I bet he's not going to stop."
I'm fully a third of the way over the crossing and he weaves in front of me and the missus. My call of "C'mon, play fair" is met with a dismissive wave of the arm, presumably asking me to chill out as he sauntered off in the direction of Dalston.
And people wonder why cyclists get such a bad rep.
Ginger beard, black Raybans, ride a cream coloured fixie, wear a LMNH Polka Dot cap? You, Sir, are a Weapons-grade bell end.
There was something so flagrant about the RLJing I witnessed last night it really wound me up. I was on foot, Old Street last night. Use the pedestrian crossing, lights go green for me. I spot a guy riding up to the junction and just think, "I bet he's not going to stop."
I'm fully a third of the way over the crossing and he weaves in front of me and the missus. My call of "C'mon, play fair" is met with a dismissive wave of the arm, presumably asking me to chill out as he sauntered off in the direction of Dalston.
And people wonder why cyclists get such a bad rep.
Ginger beard, black Raybans, ride a cream coloured fixie, wear a LMNH Polka Dot cap? You, Sir, are a Weapons-grade bell end.