ComedyPilot
Secret Lemonade Drinker
- Location
- The Kingdom of Yorkshire
On the finishing 300m of my short ride tonight, it is a very, very slight down hill run to my road end.
I filter into the light traffic, get top cog and sprint for the last 250. I am now doing 35 in a 30 and closing slowly on the car in front.
Mr I-can't-be-seen-to-drive-behind-a-bike comes haring past me in his FOCUS ST doing about 50, then has to slam all on to get into the (non-existant) gap between the car I was closing on and me.
WHY?
Cos he's a lardass, pansy, car-driving inadequate, whose female passenger was eyeing up my chiselled thighs and granite-like glutes, so you had to get by to stop her realising she'd been short-changed - PILLOCK.
And breathe out........ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I filter into the light traffic, get top cog and sprint for the last 250. I am now doing 35 in a 30 and closing slowly on the car in front.
Mr I-can't-be-seen-to-drive-behind-a-bike comes haring past me in his FOCUS ST doing about 50, then has to slam all on to get into the (non-existant) gap between the car I was closing on and me.
WHY?
Cos he's a lardass, pansy, car-driving inadequate, whose female passenger was eyeing up my chiselled thighs and granite-like glutes, so you had to get by to stop her realising she'd been short-changed - PILLOCK.
And breathe out........ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm