There are tossers in all walks of life unfortunately. And lads on motor scooters score very highly in that bracket.
Yes tell me about it, I got a broken wrist and hand courtesy of tossers on scooters. still suffering for it now 9 months on.
At Harold wood it started to rain so I put my waterproof on. By Hornchurch it had reached a monsoon of biblical proportions. It didn’t stop raining till Canning Town, by then my feet and gloves were squelching and my lower half was just sopping wet. Note to self , need waterproof gloves.
Wasn’t cold really so I was still managing to smile.
Only thing of note was another cyclist forced himself to the front of the queue at the A127 crossing lights . I did my usual and took up station behind the 3rd car ( I do this to get a draft off the car in front and the other side of the junction is narrow and cars will bully themselves past)
Sure enough when the lights went green the cars in front tried to squeeze past him. He freaked out a bit and took to the pavement in a bit of a panic. I felt sorry for him as it isn’t right for the cars to be such arrogant buggers, however he may learn as he watched me disappear up the road behind my personal tow vehicle.
Now to find an equipment cabinet with an airflow in it to dry my clothes off.