On the ride this evening, I had to stop at a level crossing (Milford, if you know the area). Took a while, as the barriers were down for two trains, both stopping, and both too long for the platform.
After about a minute, a woman comes up to me a taps me on the arm, and very politely said "excuse me, will you let the person behind you overtake before you move off - he's too nervous?".
Somewhat confused, I turned around to see what's what, expecting to see a kid on a TT bike or something - who knows. But there was nothing but a line of traffic.
Seeing my apparently confusion, she added - pointing to a green pick-up with an old chap at the wheel:
"the man in the green car - his eyesight is too poor to judge these things, so he won't overtake, and he will hold all these cars up".
Flabbergasted, all I could do was say "no problem" and move out of the way. Right out of the way.
Take me to the foot of the stairs, as they say.
After about a minute, a woman comes up to me a taps me on the arm, and very politely said "excuse me, will you let the person behind you overtake before you move off - he's too nervous?".
Somewhat confused, I turned around to see what's what, expecting to see a kid on a TT bike or something - who knows. But there was nothing but a line of traffic.
Seeing my apparently confusion, she added - pointing to a green pick-up with an old chap at the wheel:
"the man in the green car - his eyesight is too poor to judge these things, so he won't overtake, and he will hold all these cars up".
Flabbergasted, all I could do was say "no problem" and move out of the way. Right out of the way.
Take me to the foot of the stairs, as they say.