Welsh wheels
Lycra king
- Location
- South Wales
So I was cycling along this evening, lit up like a christmas tree, minding my own business when a car passes me and the passenger leans out and calls me something I won't repeat here. I did nothing at all to provoke him and was keeping well to the side. I resisted the urge to sprint after him, catch him by surprise at the lights and give him a piece of my mind. Instead I consoled myself with infantile thoughts such as, "Ha, I'm probably more healthy than you because I cycle so I'll probably live longer than you."
Rant over.
Rant over.