It’s official. I am a wanker

Almost home after my daily cycle ride through London’s keen streets and I have to stop at some temporary traffic lights on Lee High Road.

I waited until the lights changed and raced off at top speed; mostly because I wanted to sprint the last little bit home and work off what little energy I had left and partly to stay in front of the cyclist who waiting next to me on his more expensive looking road bike. I like racing road bikes, because they often underestimate how quick you can be on a fixed gear bike - plus I could see he was in the wrong gear to get going properly.

Anyway… I sped off, and he probably spent a few seconds looking and the dwindling sight of my arse disappearing into the distance. Eventually I indicated that I was turning right and moved across into the filter to turn into Manor Park.

As I was waiting, the other cyclist zipped past and shouted “Wanker!”.

All I had time to shout back was - “Why?”

I feel a bit aggrieved. Unresolved anger can really knaw at you - so I am trying to remember what he looks like, so I can ask him why he thought I needed to know that I was wanker. I’m not disagreeing with him. I just want to know why he thinks I am.

He even did the universal hand motion.

Written by exmonkey on June 21st, 2006 with 2 comments.
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