HLaB
Marie Attoinette Fan
I had an old farmer tell me I couldn't ride on a bridleway, I was at the time talking to a dog walker and we just looked at each other and laughed. I politely told him he was wrong and I was going to continue riding on it and I left him there chuntering on his tractor.
Not a tile bagging ride but our usual Saturday group ride takes us through one village which every couple of years is closed for a street market. My mates are from the neighbouring village and we passed through at the start of summer when it was closed, at walking pace saying hello to folk. We got to the end to have to pause for a moment as a car had tried to drive into the coned off street. When we heard a deliberately audible 'Tsk, typical cyclists ignoring closed roads'.