Yesterday after one of those shopping trips where you go by bike thinking you just get enough to fill you backpack, but leave with four shopping bags hanging of the handle bars, I'm wheeling my bike to the junction near my house, wait for the oncoming light to turn red, then start crossing and a silver ford escort screaches to a halt next to me.
Her screaming "you didn't f'ing look over your shoulder"
Me (not screaming) "the light was red"
More screaming from her and a bit more from the passenger, I stay where I am waiting for a pause in the vitriol.. When I can't find one for what seems like ages I just continue to cross... She must be a trumpet player to be able to shout without pause for so long (or what ever it is that would teach you to circular breath...).
I assume they've not learnt anything, but I laughed about them all the way home.
Yesterday after one of those shopping trips where you go by bike thinking you just get enough to fill you backpack, but leave with four shopping bags hanging of the handle bars, I'm wheeling my bike to the junction near my house, wait for the oncoming light to turn red, then start crossing and a silver ford escort screaches to a halt next to me.
Her screaming "you didn't f'ing look over your shoulder"
Me (not screaming) "the light was red"
More screaming from her and a bit more from the passenger, I stay where I am waiting for a pause in the vitriol.. When I can't find one for what seems like ages I just continue to cross... She must be a trumpet player to be able to shout without pause for so long (or what ever it is that would teach you to circular breath...).
I assume they've not learnt anything, but I laughed about them all the way home.