On my ride...

Tonight, whilst out on my bike the following occurred:

1. I hit an old codger's Ford mundaneo with my fist, intentionally, cos he got way too close for comfort. He didn't even bat an eyelid - old git lol!

2. Some chavvy kids threw a -don't laugh, it could've been vay, vay dangerous!- a paper aeroplane at me. I pulled my brakes, turned round and gave them a right mouthful. They weren't expecting expletives to come back at them in a pissed off Scottish accent: don't mess!

3. I saw a guy who was missing a foot. At the sample place last month, I saw a guy who's hospital trousers were falling down past his bum. For some reason, I always look forward to this part of my ride...

I love riding my bike :-)