Were you riding along the Esk between Musselburgh and whitecraig on a blue Cotic this afternoon with no bell or other means of alerting people in front of your presence but with ripped at the fat arse tights and a face like thunder?
If it was you, when someone, even a lowly pedestrian, makes the effort to move his 2 year old off a 10 foot wide path so you can carry on unimpeded on your not so merry way, at least try to grunt a quiet ‘thanks’….rather than look as if said 2 year old just shat in your sandwiches, which judging by the size of your rump, you really don’t miss all that often….it’s crabbit feckers like you that give cyclists a bad name…
Manners cost nowt!