As I sit staring out the window sipping my cuppa I noticed a head and then it disappears, head, no head, head, no head.
Looks like someone has got a trampoline for their birthday. They must be about 5 houses away.
I'm just waiting for it to change from head, no head, legs, nothing as they lose control and fall off but they seem to have stopped safely.
I forgot to report yesterday mornings near 3 way pile up by the river.
I sense a war brewing between cyclists and pedestrians all over this fair land you know.
However we are all rather fortunate here as we do have a cycle path and a pedestrian path for this glorious journey. I know my path and I stick to it as I do not wish to face the wrath of a lobbed Sainsbury orange or having a french stick poked in my wheel.
Dare ye pedestrian enterth the cycleth path at ye peril for they faceth being runneth over. You know it's all a bit Gladitorial.
I was cycling behind this guy who was pedalling at a woefully wobbly speed and rather than try and pass I accepted my fate of having to wait and watched the ducks flapping on the river as I was pulled along by his slipsteam.
Out steps this Indian chap onto the cycle path several metres in front of us and meanders right, left then right and then left again, confusing the hell out of the cyclist in front of me.
"Go right" I'm trying to send the cyclist in front telepathic signals. Go right, head for the grassy side, more room, avoid the pedestrian.
I fail he goes left, the pedestrian goes left too . . *screech of brakes*
*mutters and moans from both of them* . . both as guilty as each other but both speaking different languages, neither of them English. No bluddy wonder they don't know where they are going.
Needless to say I went right and so I pedal by leaving them and thinking that neither of them should be on the cycle path !
2008-05-24 @ 22:52