I confess...

Because there was a car way too close behind me by the time I figured out how long the road was.

Except: I'm like a ninja, sometimes it it makes me whinge-a, how I keep from getting injured....... or something. I definitely preferred chiroshi's confession

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA8rhf2KVzs

I kind of want to try this.

Feel free, but I cannot condone such action.

Been ages since I saw you, hope our paths cross soon.

This reminds me of my mate who whenever he runs for a bus/train and misses it will raise his cuff to his mouth and say "I've lost him boss"

awesome. we used to do this as kids. run into a large busy shop, push a lot of stuff out of the way then stop suddenly, put a hand to your ear, and shout something like 'he's on the roof'!

Oh to be 12 again.

I confess... being a dick yesterday, exchanging words with another cyclist.
Thanks to other cyclist who came up to cool us down.

I didn't stop to help with a puncture. 3 mamils blocking the trail with one bike upside down. Rode through with difficulty (ran over pump) to be asked if I had a puncture repair kit. So pissed off at the attempted hold up (cos that was what it was) I carried on without stopping. Afterwards justified it with being late/sick of giving away stuff/there were 3 of them why didn't one of them have a kit etc. Now feel a bastard and awaiting kharmic retribution.

I offered a spare tube to a young guy with a puncture the other day who told me he had a 2 mile walk and then a train to get home. He declined. I felt offended. This is the main reason I don't offer help to more people; the fear of rejection.

Some guy with a puncture asked me if I had any tools and I said no even though I did. It was really late and I just wanted to get home. I've tried to justify it to myself but I do still feel a bit bad about it.

I decline requests to help anyone I've seen RLJ. (Minor problems; punctures/mechanicals/etc during normal commuting hours in London).

Obviously I'd help if it was an accident or anything more serious.

I wouldn't be annoyed if someone chose not to help me for whatever whimsical reason they have (late, busy or just can't be arsed).

I tried to help a guy walking down the other side if the street from my perch outside the pub. I shouted across the road "Have you got a puncture?" He looked quizzical, I made tool type hand movements and he said he didn't have any and wondered off, I don't think his English was great so he missed out on a fixed puncture and I missed out on temporary company.

perhaps he mistook your 'tool type hand movements' to be 'handful of magic beans', or parkinsons disease

tool type hand movements

#euph?

A few hours later the guy would have got home, "you won't believe what happened to me on the way home. I was just strolling past the pub and some bearded, toothless tramp started making obscene gestures at me and offering me a 'hand'. Well! I didn't want to hang around in case he became aggressive etc etc"

The next guy wasn't so lucky.

Tried to find a pic from LO2014 I took of you but I can't :(

The next guy wasn't so lucky.

He didn't have a puncture to begin with?

In the boat? I think I've seen it.

Not that one, was on a roll of film I developed yesterday.

Either his balls or bleeding face, I refuse to believe there are any other pictures of snotty.

Or bleeding balls.

...I rode 2 miles last nite with no lights, trainers on clipless pedals and tipsy.
I'm a wanka.

Not at work, still drunk, should really go open the shop, blugh.