so, I'm riding home via the Highway (heading east from Tower Hill [London for the foreigners here]). Get to the lights at the opening of the Limehouse link and some geezer rolls up next to me and immediately flips his visor and says "you got a death wish mate???" Stunned, I reply "no"....."the way you were riding that thing (mimics heavy rolling on/off of throttle etc) you are gonna kills yourself!!!!" etc etc. I'm so stunned i didnt tell him to go fook himself or punch him in the face...but I cant for the life of me think why he was saying all this to me.
I'd only been filtering like ALL the other bikes, stuck behind two scooters so I wasnt exactly pushing it. I've not ridden in the dark in the city yet so wasnt totally comfortable yet...taking it moderately is how I'd describe my style. I couldnt think how he could have mistaken me for another bike unless he was deaf and blind.....or retarded....it played on my mind all the way home even tho I tried to not think about it. I think i was more annoyed I didnt get to challenge his accusations (the lights changed and I just rode off)...but I'll be keping an eye out for him next time I'm there at the same time of day.
What an arsehole he was.
I'd only been filtering like ALL the other bikes, stuck behind two scooters so I wasnt exactly pushing it. I've not ridden in the dark in the city yet so wasnt totally comfortable yet...taking it moderately is how I'd describe my style. I couldnt think how he could have mistaken me for another bike unless he was deaf and blind.....or retarded....it played on my mind all the way home even tho I tried to not think about it. I think i was more annoyed I didnt get to challenge his accusations (the lights changed and I just rode off)...but I'll be keping an eye out for him next time I'm there at the same time of day.
What an arsehole he was.