Fat Men and Cyclists!

Why is it that when a motorist gets mad at you for being in HIS lane (he paid for it, himself, personally, with his own taxes!), it's usually some fat geek behind a large, expensive car?

Maybe he's suffering with guilt, for which I'm instantly to blame too?

After all, I'm out doing something positive to reduce weight and get fit while he's dragging his flabby corpse around behind a steering wheel. Well, I suppose if he was a corpse, he'd be a zombie, but he's gonna be a corpse real soon if he doesn't get rid of some of that blubber!

Simon was late getting home and I really wanted to go out for a cycle, I'm working very seriously on my goals for this year. Eventually, I thought I'd brave going out on my own and made it around our "loop" without any major mishap - except for the dingbat who was offended that I was on a bicycle in the road. It's a residential road, quite narrow, with no sidewalk at all, so no matter how close I am to the side I'm still in the road. If a car is approaching, any vehicles behind me cannot pass without knocking me over.

As a road runner, walker and cyclist, I've learned the "other side" of the coin and am relatively tolerant of the non-motorised others taking up the tarmac. This guy, however, was utterly incensed that I took up all twenty seconds of his precious time waiting for the car to pass so that he could overtake me! Fortunately he passed on my right side, where I'm hard of hearing, so all I heard was the tone, not the actual words of spite and frustration. It might have ruined my round!

It was pleasant, a lovely day, a cool breeze, and I made it all the way up Hell Hill, my personal torture, without having to dismount. I felt great!

Hopefully, Fat Man will learn to lose a little weight and hold onto a little temper. He's a heart attack waiting to happen if he doesn't!