pedestrians shouting out and wanting to talk to me

[Abitrary]

Since I've started commuting to work on a bicycle, I have suffered the following problems in this order:

-girls smiling at me unexpectedly
-men also smiling at me unexpectedly

I used to enjoy the girl thing, but when the blokes took over it kind of lost the magic.

These days, men actually try to engage in conversation as I go past. It started with stuff like 'you alright, how are........', by this stage the doppler effect takes over.

It's cyclists / pedestrians but mostly people sitting on benches. A nun sitting on the bench in the park the other day held up her rubiks cube to me and asked if I could finish it for her.

No! I'm not a bad person, but I just like being on my own when I'm riding my bike around.

 

[cheadle hulme]

I like being alone on rides too, which is why I stick to the lanes round here. However, passing through Didsbury, some geezers shouted "Olympics" as I track standed for a few secs at the lights.

I do like the attention tbh, but I've never had a nun ask me to finish something off.

 

[hackbike 6]

<$igh> wish that happened to me ;-)

 

[Mr Pig]

If people see you coming, and have time to both think of something to say and deliver it, you are not going fast enough! ;0)

 

[yenrod]

I hate attention end of story.

ESPECIALLY ON THE BiKE.

I was riding recent and some people in a citroen saxo about 4-5 all decided to wave at me, the sad thing was THAT I caught them up due to traffic and they did it again.

 

[wafflycat]

Since I've started commuting to work on a bicycle, I have suffered the following problems in this order:

-girls smiling at me unexpectedly
-men also smiling at me unexpectedly

Remember to clothe the lower half of your body before you go out on the bike...

 

[snapper_37]

I hate attention end of story.

ESPECIALLY ON THE BiKE.

I was riding recent and some people in a citroen saxo about 4-5 all decided to wave at me, the sad thing was THAT I caught them up due to traffic and they did it again.

Awww but they were only waving! Probably being nice and giving you respect

I used to get the 'fat bird on a bike - why don't you ride *this*' heckles. I probably still do but I wear an I-pod because it reduces my stress levels and damage to mucous membranes of the throat (by shouting insults back).

I still love the girls who think I'm a bloke from behind - until they see the boobage as they pass

 

[jezhiggins]

A nun sitting on the bench in the park the other day held up her rubiks cube to me and asked if I could finish it for her.

That's just so marvellous. What crazed thought process led her to think that a passing chap on a bike could solve her rubik's cube? (Although, had it been me, I could have.)

 

[yenrod]

Awww but they were only waving! Probably being nice and giving you respect

I used to get the 'fat bird on a bike - why don't you ride *this*' heckles. I probably still do but I wear an I-pod because it reduces my stress levels and damage to mucous membranes of the throat (by shouting insults back).

I still love the girls who think I'm a bloke from behind - until they see the boobage as they pass

Saving weight and going topless !

 

[snapper_37]

Saving weight and going topless !

Yes - until I run over my own t*ts. I'm not 18 ya know!!!!

 

[yenrod]

Ever heard of a sportsbra - not that ive experience in the matter lol

 

[phaedrus]

 

[wafflycat]

Yes - until I run over my own t*ts. I'm not 18 ya know!!!!

It happens to we ladies! Blokes get noses and ears which sprout more forest than is left in the Amazon Basin, ear lobes lengthening to make a cocker spaniel jealous. We ladies get boobs which can bounce off our knees and arm flaps which a flying squirrel would be proud of...

 

[philr]

gravity its so unfair to us all, every year i feel my trousers are shrinking around the waist, but never on the leg length. one of the many wonders of the world i suppose

 

[Twiggy]

great, scare us young uns, I'm already going grey.

Though I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who confuses people when riding.