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The Big Baguett
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So there I was this morning, toiling up a hill against the wind. The 'road' was wet and narrow with
broken edges -- definitely not the kind where you can just slip onto the verge. Then round the
corner up ahead comes a Range Rover. It wasn't his fault he took up almost all the available space
-- there wasn't much of it. I sighed and prepared to hop off and drag the bike up onto the verge. At
which point the Range Rover slowed down, pulled way over onto the verge and stopped. I cycled on up
the hill, acknowledging him -- a middle aged man -- as I went past. He nodded affably, waited till I
was safely past, then pulled back onto the road and went on his way.
Juts thought I'd mention it.
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The Big Baguette
broken edges -- definitely not the kind where you can just slip onto the verge. Then round the
corner up ahead comes a Range Rover. It wasn't his fault he took up almost all the available space
-- there wasn't much of it. I sighed and prepared to hop off and drag the bike up onto the verge. At
which point the Range Rover slowed down, pulled way over onto the verge and stopped. I cycled on up
the hill, acknowledging him -- a middle aged man -- as I went past. He nodded affably, waited till I
was safely past, then pulled back onto the road and went on his way.
Juts thought I'd mention it.
--
The Big Baguette