Shouting on both legs of my commute today:
Out: Me shouting, at woman who leaves dog cross the road ahead of
her on the end of an extensible leash, me doing 30 km/h in pouring
rain. Visions of a dog with a broken neck and me sliding on my back
through the intersection.
Back: I'm the recipient, the shouter a 50-ish guy in lycra with
aero-bars: "Good man, ride right in the middle, don't let them
pass, that's the way to do it", as I come around a roundabout with
body language hinting "pull out and I'll t-bone you".
Pleased to feel I'm not the only cyclist around here with a taste
for the primary position.
Brendan
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Brendan Halpin, Limerick, Ireland