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Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
Now, I'm not really a competitive sort, but I was scalped on the way home... I was pottering along the inner ring road, at my normal end-of-the-day-when-I've-been-lifting-heavy-boxes-all-day pace, well out in the road, because there's a line of parking spaces along the road, with a couple of vans in it, well apart. And then this... this GIRL, in heeled boots and a trendy woolly hat, has the temerity to undertake me, using the parking bay area, and ride off. On her stupid silver and purple girl's MTB, with the stupid knobbly tyres. And she hasn't even got the decency to look like she's trying hard. Well, that was it, I upped my pace, and a gear, and totally failed to catch up with her until the next lights, where we sat, behind a bloke on his MTB. Lights change, off we go, but the road's narrowed now, and with the traffic coming past, I can't get past her, although I'm now right behind her, and we're both stuck behind the bloke. Next lights, we wait again, and then, as soon as the green man goes off, indicating that the change to green for us is immient, she rides round the bloke, and through the still red light, and off. So, she was a dirty rotten cheat (and that was the corner I turn off at anyway).
So that's a moral victory to me I reckon.
Actually, I only spent the morning lifting boxes, I spent the afternoon washing trikes.
So that's a moral victory to me I reckon.
Actually, I only spent the morning lifting boxes, I spent the afternoon washing trikes.