Riding towards the city from Penrose today, was tootling along all happily till some asshole pulled out into my line. I braked the daylights out of my bike...nearly lost the front wheel but managed to unlock it and right it.
Bloody gave me the shits. As a compliment for the kind gesture...i lost my temper and punched his wing mirror...he got such a fright. You have to love carbon fibre knuckles...
Do you guys and gals suffer this sort of behavious often??
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