Riding a motorbike trial today I had a very weird encounter with a "counrtyman"
Had to go back to the van as I snapped a brake lever on the first section. A man resplendent in tweed shooting jacket approaches me out of his landrover. "you tell me your name and the club organising this"
"Why" I reply and then he just goes mad.
He was livid that he had slowed down whilst driving past where riders had parked on the verge and no one had thanked him. He then told me I was rude and had no class or breeding and he would get the landowners to stop the trial.
Then he demands I turn my bike off, to which I responded by saying he should turn off his landy. Next we was off on the "you people" etc etc told me I had no morals and people like me "was the problem with the country" etc. He then accused me of living in Witney literally screaming it in my face. WITNEEEEEEYYYYYYY 😯
I was so restrained, the training from work paying off, I asked him his name and address so the club could contact him. He jumped in the landy called me scum and drove off.
Crazy crazy man 😀