MontyVeda
a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
- Location
- Lancaster... the little city.
My niece, who i am very close to practically begged me to wear a helmet whilst cycling.
Why? Because she'd recently right hooked a cyclist and thus decided that cycling is dangerous!
Of course the right hook wasn't her fault because the cyclist wasn't wearing high-vis or a helmet, and didn't have lights on his bike at 9.30pm... oh, and he was in her blind spot.
When i pointed out that the lack of high vis or a helmet had nothing to do with it, and that 9.30pm in mid summer is broad daylight... and that he wouldn't have been in her blind sport when she drove past him just before the right hook, all she could think of was "Please wear a helmet uncle monty... i worry about you!"
"Please pay attention when you're driving... because that's going to make me a hell of a lot safer than a helmet!"
Why? Because she'd recently right hooked a cyclist and thus decided that cycling is dangerous!
Of course the right hook wasn't her fault because the cyclist wasn't wearing high-vis or a helmet, and didn't have lights on his bike at 9.30pm... oh, and he was in her blind spot.
When i pointed out that the lack of high vis or a helmet had nothing to do with it, and that 9.30pm in mid summer is broad daylight... and that he wouldn't have been in her blind sport when she drove past him just before the right hook, all she could think of was "Please wear a helmet uncle monty... i worry about you!"
"Please pay attention when you're driving... because that's going to make me a hell of a lot safer than a helmet!"