Crankarm
Guru
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- Nr Cambridge
I wrote this on the end of "ok to use mobile phone" thread but have decided to post afresh as a separate thread as I don't want to hijack threads.
Anyway what I really wanted to say is I had a really lovely ride this morning and afternoon. Called it a day at 77 miles. Could have gone on for ages as the roads were empty and the weather blissfully sunny and warm. However about 3 miles from home I saw a fat bloke in a blue Vauxhall Meriva people eating an ice cream with his right hand and holding his mobile in the left as he approached and passed me. Admittedly the road was straight and he was coming toward me at about 45mph on a national speed limit rural road but what the feck was his fatso wife partner/doing sitting in the passenger seat allowing him to drive with both hands full and not with the steering wheel? And his kids as well little lardons or lardettes in the back. Apart from the wife troffing her ice cream she couldn't really have done anything I suppose.
Also about 1.5 miles from home a battered up G reg red Toyota Supra came screaming up behind very close to my back wheel. The roads are quite narrow and there were double whites down the middle. I had already clocked him coming anyway and gave a few long looks behind as he sat close to my back wheel. Deciding he couldn't wait he straddled the double whites on the blind bend passing close to me. When he was level with me I shouted "Careful!" The passenger window was open at which point he started blowing his horn repeatedly showing me he was one fingered mutant. There were 4 other blokes in the car, 2 squeezed in the back. They looked a bit like squaddies, not that they were mind. Anyway as he sped off black smoke bilching out the back he continued blowing his horn. There are quite a few bases around here. They might not have been though, squaddies. This put a slight downer for all of about 2 minutes then I was home and into the garden......
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Anyway what I really wanted to say is I had a really lovely ride this morning and afternoon. Called it a day at 77 miles. Could have gone on for ages as the roads were empty and the weather blissfully sunny and warm. However about 3 miles from home I saw a fat bloke in a blue Vauxhall Meriva people eating an ice cream with his right hand and holding his mobile in the left as he approached and passed me. Admittedly the road was straight and he was coming toward me at about 45mph on a national speed limit rural road but what the feck was his fatso wife partner/doing sitting in the passenger seat allowing him to drive with both hands full and not with the steering wheel? And his kids as well little lardons or lardettes in the back. Apart from the wife troffing her ice cream she couldn't really have done anything I suppose.
Also about 1.5 miles from home a battered up G reg red Toyota Supra came screaming up behind very close to my back wheel. The roads are quite narrow and there were double whites down the middle. I had already clocked him coming anyway and gave a few long looks behind as he sat close to my back wheel. Deciding he couldn't wait he straddled the double whites on the blind bend passing close to me. When he was level with me I shouted "Careful!" The passenger window was open at which point he started blowing his horn repeatedly showing me he was one fingered mutant. There were 4 other blokes in the car, 2 squeezed in the back. They looked a bit like squaddies, not that they were mind. Anyway as he sped off black smoke bilching out the back he continued blowing his horn. There are quite a few bases around here. They might not have been though, squaddies. This put a slight downer for all of about 2 minutes then I was home and into the garden......
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