Arjimlad
Tights of Cydonia
- Location
- South Glos
It certainly does. I have half-confidence in Avon & Somerset police.
Tales from today's commute....
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It certainly does. I have half-confidence in Avon & Somerset police.
Typically half more than I usually have... although I must admit my faith has been slightly buoyed by some of the responses I've had when reporting dickheads on motorbikes / ebikes in places they shouldn't be.. even if the outcome has probably been minimal.
Also: Bonus points for the use of "pissweasil"
I'm fond of wnkpanzer operator.
Cycling into the city this morning, went over the footbridge above Grapes Hill, the usual rule, 'cyclists must walk' notice at each end.
However, most ignore and just keep on riding, so whilst I was on said bridge, I saw lad on an electric scooter riding up the opposite slope towards me.
I was most impressed that as soon as he saw me, he got off and walked the rest of the way - !
Wasn't aware I'm that scarey looking - !
However, most ignore and just keep on riding, so whilst I was on said bridge, I saw lad on an electric scooter riding up the opposite slope towards me.
I was most impressed that as soon as he saw me, he got off and walked the rest of the way - !
Wasn't aware I'm that scarey looking - !
Andy in Germany
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- Location
- Rottenburg am Neckar
Riding through Rottenburg. It's an ancient market town: think of York with more streets and a bonsai minster.
As I was riding through the marketplace, which was full of kids, stalls, delivery vans and grannies on bicycles, some poor skip lorry driver emerged very gingerly from the very narrow street I was about to ride down. I gestured to ask which way he'd go, and he grinned and made a circling movement: this made sense: there's a building site right next to him, and he'll probably need to reverse in. I pointed down the road he'd emerged from, and he waved me forward I got a "Danke!" as I rode past.
As I was riding through the marketplace, which was full of kids, stalls, delivery vans and grannies on bicycles, some poor skip lorry driver emerged very gingerly from the very narrow street I was about to ride down. I gestured to ask which way he'd go, and he grinned and made a circling movement: this made sense: there's a building site right next to him, and he'll probably need to reverse in. I pointed down the road he'd emerged from, and he waved me forward I got a "Danke!" as I rode past.
