The ones that you're about to knock down on a cycle path, or even on a pavement during emergency conditions...
And when they see you they move and do all the histrionics and high pitched voices, as if you're cycling has just killed a chinese kitten, in the year of the cat. And all that comes out is a high pitched 'soreeeee!'
I feel like dismounting, and explaining that not only do i come from a poor immigrant background, and had to work to get to where I was cycling to, or whatever, but I just don't appreciate the tone of their voice very much.
Whenever I cycle I notice differences in tone and attitude. Middle class work parks they ignore you, because they have a BMW, but are good at recognising potential deficiencies in oncoming cyclists skills.
ASDA jackasses, they have no such fabric of character, and the minute you say 'exsweeeze me' in a high pitched voice, as you part their posse, they shield their children and in a high pitched voice 'oh, so sowweeeee'.
Like I was the village vicar and they'd just pissed in my tea or something
And when they see you they move and do all the histrionics and high pitched voices, as if you're cycling has just killed a chinese kitten, in the year of the cat. And all that comes out is a high pitched 'soreeeee!'
I feel like dismounting, and explaining that not only do i come from a poor immigrant background, and had to work to get to where I was cycling to, or whatever, but I just don't appreciate the tone of their voice very much.
Whenever I cycle I notice differences in tone and attitude. Middle class work parks they ignore you, because they have a BMW, but are good at recognising potential deficiencies in oncoming cyclists skills.
ASDA jackasses, they have no such fabric of character, and the minute you say 'exsweeeze me' in a high pitched voice, as you part their posse, they shield their children and in a high pitched voice 'oh, so sowweeeee'.
Like I was the village vicar and they'd just pissed in my tea or something