I had the "pleasure" of putting one of the lycra brigade in a ditch earlier today.
The wife and I went for a stroll down to Chichester harbour earlier. The main route is down the old Hayling Billy line, a track which used to be a railway line for a small train which ran from Havant to Hayling.
The track gravel and maybe 8ft wide on average and is popular with dog walkers, families and cylists. Cyclists on the whole are well behaved, except for the odd twat on a racer or kids on mountainbikes.
As we were walking down we came across 4 young women chatting away and walking line abreast. They were a wee bit slower than us so we moved to their right to pass them. About the time we were parallel with them we saw this eejit on a racer heading towards us. He was moving at a fair speed but still a fair way off. We continued walking past the girls but before we got much further it became obvious that the gimp in the lycra kit wasn't slowing down. Unfortunately for him the girls to our left were deep in conversation and didn't look up. Lance feckin' Armstrong aimed at us and kept thrashing away. We were going nowhere as the area to our right was a ditch.
Cue big collision, with the two wheeled twat bouncing off my shoulder and landing in the ditch. Lucky for him it wasn't tarmac or he'd have been mush, as he went down like a sack of spuds.
When the git got up he was less than happy and proceeded to treat us to a selection of exceedingly rude words. I pointed out that we had nowhere to go and he should've slowed down. At that point he got in my face and got a bit snarly, he only backed down when I handed my sunglasses to SWMBO. He then got on his bike and wobbled off like a ten pinter.
The funny thing about it all was that he was probably not much older than me....maybe mid 60's. You'd expect a bit more sense out of someone that age.
Anyway, by the morning the twat's going to ache like he'd done 10 rounds with Tyson Fury.
The wife and I went for a stroll down to Chichester harbour earlier. The main route is down the old Hayling Billy line, a track which used to be a railway line for a small train which ran from Havant to Hayling.
The track gravel and maybe 8ft wide on average and is popular with dog walkers, families and cylists. Cyclists on the whole are well behaved, except for the odd twat on a racer or kids on mountainbikes.
As we were walking down we came across 4 young women chatting away and walking line abreast. They were a wee bit slower than us so we moved to their right to pass them. About the time we were parallel with them we saw this eejit on a racer heading towards us. He was moving at a fair speed but still a fair way off. We continued walking past the girls but before we got much further it became obvious that the gimp in the lycra kit wasn't slowing down. Unfortunately for him the girls to our left were deep in conversation and didn't look up. Lance feckin' Armstrong aimed at us and kept thrashing away. We were going nowhere as the area to our right was a ditch.
Cue big collision, with the two wheeled twat bouncing off my shoulder and landing in the ditch. Lucky for him it wasn't tarmac or he'd have been mush, as he went down like a sack of spuds.
When the git got up he was less than happy and proceeded to treat us to a selection of exceedingly rude words. I pointed out that we had nowhere to go and he should've slowed down. At that point he got in my face and got a bit snarly, he only backed down when I handed my sunglasses to SWMBO. He then got on his bike and wobbled off like a ten pinter.
The funny thing about it all was that he was probably not much older than me....maybe mid 60's. You'd expect a bit more sense out of someone that age.
Anyway, by the morning the twat's going to ache like he'd done 10 rounds with Tyson Fury.
