blazed
220lb+
Crankarm said:Speak for yourself. Public confessions are not the smartest move. You've done a Martin. Serious egg on face moment.
Oh noes!!!
Crankarm said:Speak for yourself. Public confessions are not the smartest move. You've done a Martin. Serious egg on face moment.
blazed said:Eggs are harmless
Bollo said:Smeg didn't get the reg. Much as I've plod bashed on this forum, they're not telepathic, so there's very little they can do without a decent ID.
sw3008 said:Well the one that hit me cracked my helmet
sw3008 said:Well the one that hit me cracked my helmet, so I would disagree with this.
blazed said:Ive been egging a few times when i was a little younger, we had a rule of no women or children. Eggs are harmless and people overreact with the "someone could have been killed" crap, if you fall off your bike because you got hit by an egg you shouldnt be riding around the road anyway.
Im sure you all did stupid stuff when you were kids.
blazed said:Ive been egging a few times when i was a little younger, we had a rule of no women or children. Eggs are harmless and people overreact with the "someone could have been killed" crap, if you fall off your bike because you got hit by an egg you shouldnt be riding around the road anyway.
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That was bloody inconsiderate, at least they could have thrown an unopened one at you so you could have had a beer when you got home. Likewise, if the dickhead that threw eggs at me could have flung some sausages, black pudding and some mushrooms I could have had a good fryup. If they could aim for my rear basket next time I wont have to stop and pick it up off the road and the eggs wont break ta.Archie_tect said:Had a full can of Stella thrown at me from a passing Corsa-full of shaven hoodies last week but fortunately the can just missed my front wheel.
Sadly had been opened [otherwise I would have been £2 up] but contents splatted over me and my bike- smelt quite pleasant but family wouldn't believe I'd not been on a binge round the corner.
I've considered giving the Randonnee a bash, trouble is it seems to coincide with my trips to Scotland, and I do enough cycling anyway commuting to work so I'm not sure if I can be bothered.Bollo said:No, I'm in Winchester, but pop over to the island often enough with friends and very occasionally on business not to feel a complete stranger. I'll usually come over for the IoW Randonnee as well.
What like Newport High Street on a Saturday?Bits of the island I like, bits of it you can stuff up your @rse and other bits have the appearance of already having spent some time up my @rse.I certainly wouldn't want to live there. IMHO, drivers' attitude to cyclists is less tolerant than on the mainland, which leads us to.....
Ahh, the chain bridge. It sounds like the chap with the manky old cowboy hat hasn't been on a customer liaison course then?
sw3008 said:Well the one that hit me cracked my helmet, so I would disagree with this.
blazed said:Ive been egging a few times when i was a little younger, we had a rule of no women or children. Eggs are harmless and people overreact with the "someone could have been killed" crap, if you fall off your bike because you got hit by an egg you shouldnt be riding around the road anyway.
blazed said:Im sure you all did stupid stuff when you were kids.
stoptherock said:A CYCLIST was blinded in one eye by drive-by yobs hurling an egg.
Mark Allison, 20, will never regain sight in his left eye after it took the full force of the missile.
http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/top-stories/2005/10/24/egg-hurled-from-car-blinds-lad-115875-16285143/
Absolutely.XmisterIS said:The thing that makes me see bright red is that the c*nts who did that probably don't give a sh*t that he's lost the sight in one eye.
The thing that makes me see doubly bright red is that the c*nts in question would not be nearly so brazen were they to be confronted by a cyclist wielding a baseball bat and nowhere to run ...