As most nights these days, the pedestrians and dog-walkers were fine, it was the two neds who came screaming at me, throttles open, on motorbikes that were the problem. Possibly doing 40 or 50, they missed me by inches as I swerved off onto the grass at the side of the shared path.
All I could think of were the mothers with buggies, old women with dogs and kids walking just around the (blind) corner behind me.
This was just yards from the spot where another ned removed himself from the gene-pool over a year ago (mentioned him before - he was an angel, according to his mother and there's a bloody shrine to him around the lamppost he hit) doing the same thing on a (stolen) motorbike. I suppose he had the decency to do it at 3am, whereas these scum were doing it just after 4.30pm when there were lots of people on the path.
I hope they managed to avoid hitting any innocent pedestrians (and that they might have done us all a favour and wrapped themselves round a lamppost before they DO eventually kill some poor soul out for a walk).
