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Richard
Guest
Thinking back to my formative years, there was an awful lot of garbage
spouted by those in authority. I clearly remember my head teacher, who
used to commute by tricycle (one of the upright ones, not a darksider)
summon us to assembly. Apparently, some little scallys had mocked her
transport choice as she cycled past. She promised retribution because
"if you call a driver names, and he gets angry and upset over it, he
might then crash and kill someone else because he's still angry from
your name-calling. And the accident would therefore be your fault."
(not verbatim, naturally, this was 25 years ago...)
Around that time I passed my cycling proficiency, and was carefully
signalling right in the middle of the road waiting to turn into a side
street; being an earnest little chap I had my arm stuck out like a
semaphore signaller, far more obvious than my "terse" signals today.
A teacher happened to be passing, also cycling and pedalling the other
way; he bellowed, "Idiot! You should never ride in the middle of the road!"
R.
spouted by those in authority. I clearly remember my head teacher, who
used to commute by tricycle (one of the upright ones, not a darksider)
summon us to assembly. Apparently, some little scallys had mocked her
transport choice as she cycled past. She promised retribution because
"if you call a driver names, and he gets angry and upset over it, he
might then crash and kill someone else because he's still angry from
your name-calling. And the accident would therefore be your fault."
(not verbatim, naturally, this was 25 years ago...)
Around that time I passed my cycling proficiency, and was carefully
signalling right in the middle of the road waiting to turn into a side
street; being an earnest little chap I had my arm stuck out like a
semaphore signaller, far more obvious than my "terse" signals today.
A teacher happened to be passing, also cycling and pedalling the other
way; he bellowed, "Idiot! You should never ride in the middle of the road!"
R.