I apologise if this seems a really stupid question to some possibly but as someone who uses a bike for everyday transport, why do people put a bike in a car to go for a ride?
Doing the Fred Whitton from my door might be a bit of a stretch...
I apologise if this seems a really stupid question to some possibly but as someone who uses a bike for everyday transport, why do people put a bike in a car to go for a ride?
I apologise if this seems a really stupid question to some possibly but as someone who uses a bike for everyday transport, why do people put a bike in a car to go for a ride?
I was gritted twice, this evening.
Deer and owls seem to be my thing, on rides. Owls are quite soft as they whizz silently past, really close, and a wingtip goes across your nose. Deer are thick, wait until you are right by them, then leap out in front of you. Possibly in league with squirrels.
One went past me yesterday afternoonI was hit in my right ear last Sunday. It certainly was painful. The terrors of riding gritted roads when they are actually gritting.
I apologise if this seems a really stupid question to some possibly but as someone who uses a bike for everyday transport, why do people put a bike in a car to go for a ride?
I understand why those taking part in events a longer distance from home will resort to car or train . But when I started using a different route into town for the club run start , I was very surprised by the amount of club members taking their bikes out of their cars. I realise some cyclists regard cycling as purely exercise or a sport and would be quite shocked that some see it as a viable form of transport.Doing the Fred Whitton from my door might be a bit of a stretch...
A wasp got trapped behind my glasses and stung me on the eyelid which swole up.
On Friday Night Rides drunks are a significant problem. Riders have had chips thrown at them, and drunk lads love running out into the road to push riders off their bikes. I've twice been subject to this but have managed to avoid them, but I have seen a rider brought down by a drunk. That's just in my experience, I'm sure there are other war stories.Oh I love this thread! I'm glad it's been resurrected by Emperor Ming. I actually don't have many to add, I must have had a charmed life.
Wasp or bee sting (not sure which) on the arm and torso.
Propositioned for sex by a man at a bus stop while fixing puncture.
Completely running out of patches and glue on a filthy wet day and limping home deflated.
Shouted at by very angry drunk man after my dislodged / fallen front light startled him.
They're about my most unusual. The drunk man was funny, I think he shat himself and his reaction was to fight the thing that had made him jump.