wafflycat
New Member
- Location
- middle of Norfolk
.. it wasn't me making the horrible honking on the horn sounds behind you. Really. It was the impatient twunt behind me.
Bah!
This evening I went off in the motor to get the 'big shop' in. One particular bit of road in town. Narrow, bend in front and in front of that, hidden from immediate view, mini-roundabout. So there's Mrs Wobbly Ninja Cyclist in front of me. So I held back fro several reasons:- Mrs Ninja Cyclist was very wobbly, the road was narrow, had a RH bend in front, so couldn't see if road was clear in front. So I hels back, giving Mrs Ninja Wobbly Cyclist several car lengths space, so that if she fell off ( she was very, very wobbly), there was room to stop without making her into road pizza.
Cue impatient twunt behind me in his silver p*n*s-substitute.. Sat on my tail. Flashing his lights, revving his engine. Let's see... there was all of ooh... perhaps 100 yards to go before the mini-roundabout? On this narrow road, with bend so you couldn't see if there was oncoming traffic or not..
I'd just like you to know Mrs Wobbly Ninja Cyclist on your BSO, cycling in the gutter, it wasn't me making the impatient motorist sounds, I was actually stopping you from being made into road pizza by the moron behind me, who had no patience and the only place he would have a real p*n*s on his anatomy would be growing out of the top of his head. Sigh...
Bah!
This evening I went off in the motor to get the 'big shop' in. One particular bit of road in town. Narrow, bend in front and in front of that, hidden from immediate view, mini-roundabout. So there's Mrs Wobbly Ninja Cyclist in front of me. So I held back fro several reasons:- Mrs Ninja Cyclist was very wobbly, the road was narrow, had a RH bend in front, so couldn't see if road was clear in front. So I hels back, giving Mrs Ninja Wobbly Cyclist several car lengths space, so that if she fell off ( she was very, very wobbly), there was room to stop without making her into road pizza.
Cue impatient twunt behind me in his silver p*n*s-substitute.. Sat on my tail. Flashing his lights, revving his engine. Let's see... there was all of ooh... perhaps 100 yards to go before the mini-roundabout? On this narrow road, with bend so you couldn't see if there was oncoming traffic or not..
I'd just like you to know Mrs Wobbly Ninja Cyclist on your BSO, cycling in the gutter, it wasn't me making the impatient motorist sounds, I was actually stopping you from being made into road pizza by the moron behind me, who had no patience and the only place he would have a real p*n*s on his anatomy would be growing out of the top of his head. Sigh...