but the biddy at the back shouted ‘bike!’ as if she’d just spotted a Stuka dive bomber approaching,
This keeps happening to me this year, they don’t bother to assess what the bike is doing, just panic, clutch their loved ones to their bossom and cry about how the children are too young to die… while i pass them at about twice walking pace and 3 metres across from them, using the special “You people are mental” look I have for just such an occasion.
I **** HATE walking groups, marching two by two up the footpaths with their special sticks, barging all other people into the road, even my elderly Mum. Never smile, be you on a bike, or on foot. I’ve come to assume they walk as some form of penance, rather than out of enjoyment. One day last year I abandonded a ride due to the high number of miserable joyless souless twunts littering the valley I live in, I just knew I was about to loose my rag.
However, last sunny weekend ride I went on 90% of the walkers were awesome, chatting, smiling, one guy complimented my on my descending and then challenged me to climb back up with less dabs than him, which would meaning cleaning it.