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Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
At Clapham South, on the way to Brighton on a FNRttC, a boozed up gentleman outside a pub told the assembled company that cyclists smelled. We had hardly got going.
Some years back, at one place I worked, there was an attractive postie lass who drove a van and often delayed ovetaking me whilst I cycled to said work. As she delivered to our premises, one day, I asked her why she did this. Apparently she liked to admire my backside - !Young girl shouted nice arris at me one day. ☹️
A member of this forum and I were cycling through a town, when this guy shouted "Fat Feck". We looked at each other bemused, at most he weighed 10st, my self 9.5stone. It was only when I got home that it clicked, the driver must've been on route to the football game in the neighbouring town, Falkirk 🤣
Once when I was a student in Salford/Manchester I was wandering down Chapel Street when a car load of nice young drunken Glaswegian football supporter lads pulled up alongside me. One leaned out of the front passenger window and said "*** *** *** ***lookin' fe the main road."
I replied that they were on the main road.
The man looked like he wanted to get out of the car and kill me, but he tried again. "*** *** *** MAIN ROAD!!!"
Once again I pointed out that this was one of the main roads through Salford into Manchester city centre.
"MAIN FERKIN ROAD!!!!"
He'd clearly had too much to drink ... "THIS - IS - THE - MAIN - ROAD!"
30 seconds of obscenities, then "ARE YE TEKKIN THE FERKIN P*SS! M - A - I - N - E Road, Maine Road - Manchester City football ground!!!".
Oh crap ... "Sorry mate, I don't know where it is!"
*** = something incomprehensible to anyone other than a drunken Glaswegian football supporter!
I’ve had a few, a couple of bum slaps and some general mild abuse and merriment. One earthy witticism that sticks in the mind was the woman who yelled ‘do you sweat this much when you are sh..ging’ as I toiled upward. Oh well!
I got the rather surprising ‘Good exercise’ this morning.
I got the rather surprising ‘Good exercise’ this morning.
Men shout that at you when you cycle down Hurst Street in Birmingham
Not me, they don't.
I dont get many wolf whistles these days
Not since wolves died out in Wales