...on the way in to work this morning, I got yelled at by a motorist.
I'd just picked up a bag of chard from the allotment ('cos I've got far too much), it was bungeed to the pannier rack of the bike, leaves bouncing along in the wind. While just exiting a roundabout at about 25mph, bloke in a car comes up to me, and in a broad Nigerian accent bawled out 'Where did you get the spinach from? Can I buy?'
Well, its better than the normal 'You're in the middle of the road! Are you trying to ******* die' type yells from the daily Motons, but all the same, not a conversation I can be having at that pace 'I grow it!' was as much as I could really respond with, what with him sitting on the other side of the car he was in. He waved, and accelerated off (rather faster than I'd have though appropriate in a 30mph zone, but never mind).
Its odd just the kind of conversations people start up with you on the road. I had one guy come alongside me as I was absolutely tearing down Kings Hedges Road at above 30mph (not that I'd have kept that up for long!), passenger wound his window down, pointed at a map and asked directions. What am I going to do, lean over and point at landmarks?
And why is it that these wierd encounters only ever happen when I'm absolutely flooring it?
I'd just picked up a bag of chard from the allotment ('cos I've got far too much), it was bungeed to the pannier rack of the bike, leaves bouncing along in the wind. While just exiting a roundabout at about 25mph, bloke in a car comes up to me, and in a broad Nigerian accent bawled out 'Where did you get the spinach from? Can I buy?'
Well, its better than the normal 'You're in the middle of the road! Are you trying to ******* die' type yells from the daily Motons, but all the same, not a conversation I can be having at that pace 'I grow it!' was as much as I could really respond with, what with him sitting on the other side of the car he was in. He waved, and accelerated off (rather faster than I'd have though appropriate in a 30mph zone, but never mind).
Its odd just the kind of conversations people start up with you on the road. I had one guy come alongside me as I was absolutely tearing down Kings Hedges Road at above 30mph (not that I'd have kept that up for long!), passenger wound his window down, pointed at a map and asked directions. What am I going to do, lean over and point at landmarks?
And why is it that these wierd encounters only ever happen when I'm absolutely flooring it?