So, I'm coming home from classes, on the bike, taking it easy, enjoying the sunshine and the feel of the wind against my jeans clad legs. Up over the bridge crossing the M40, and down into Merton village. it's a 30mph speed limit through the village, but I'm not in a rush at all. Coming down the other side of the bridge, I kick the bike into 3rd, and let the speed scrub off as the revs drop way, way down.
Entering the vilalge, something is wrong here. A car, coming in the opposite direction has jsut stopped adjacant to a pick up truck, parked (truck is on LHS road, car, RHS) and is blocking it. And the lady driver gets out and starts having a natter with the two blokes on the side of the road.
So I slowly drop down into 1st, and coast to a halt about 8 feet from them, and then, move slowly forward, trying to get a look to see if I can slink by the car, stopped with ignition off, that is blocking the road.
For some reason, the woman says something in my direction, and gets back in the car. Then one of the men by the side of the road shout soemthing along the lines of "We can't get 5 minutes peace in this here village!".
Seizing my chance, I correctly guess that the gap between the pickup and the stopped, motionless, non runing car is big enough and go for the gap and head off at a stately 29 mph.
I've seen the Wicker Man, I know how this shit ends.
I'm still at a loss at what I did to provoke such ire, but have come to the conclusion that they were in the wrong. L'espirit d'escalier suggests to me a correct course of action would have been to stop 3 feet from them, and drop the bike into neutral and hold the throttle at 10,000rpm for a bit and repeatedly shout "WHAT? SORRY" at them.
Funny things, people.
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