I can imagine the marshall panicked when too much was happening at the same time.The guy having a heated discussion with the Marshall was not on the charity ride but I assume watching the racing, he is an experienced race organiser.
My question entirely. All I can hear in the background is some petty squabbling. If the marshals are marshalling a legitimately closed road, they should have sufficient training and skill to enforce that road closure. I am not even sure if there is a marshall present. If there is why did I not hear a shout of "Stop - what you are doing is dangerous. Get off the road NOW"?I can imagine the marshall panicked when too much was happening at the same time.
In todays society if something bad happened, 'people' would be saying "Why didn't the marshall, stop them".
I could not see the clipless moment. Any help me?I hear that some of the peoples names became leaked on internet forums. Then many people steamed in with their internet abuse. Mr Stripey was an ultimate cock but I'm not sure it's right to become a victim of cyber bullying. At least he had a clipless moment.
My question entirely. All I can hear in the background is some petty squabbling. If the marshals are marshalling a legitimately closed road, they should have sufficient training and skill to enforce that road closure. I am not even sure if there is a marshall present. If there is why did I not hear a shout of "Stop - what you are doing is dangerous. Get off the road NOW"?
watch the extreme left after the cock and women ride by.I could not see the clipless moment. Any help me?
I was drinking tea when I got to the bit 'like some cycling happy-hardcore remix'...............spat it out all over kitchen floor, laughing.....absolutely spot-on! Had a few numpties like that following me halfway round Highland Perthshire a couple of weeks ago........nice one, Bollo!!You just know Mr Stripey is too good a cyclist to ever get hit jumping a red.
I tried a few sportives a couple of years ago. Most of the other riders were fine, but there was a significant quorum of @rseholes that I just couldn't be bothered with in the end. The final straw was being chastised as 'unprofessional' (duh!) by a group for not pointing out potholes. They didn't seem to accept that this would require me to ride no-hands for about a mile with my arms permanently pointing at what was left of the tarmac.. Maybe I should have just shouted "pothole, pothole, pothole...." like some cycling happy-hardcore remix. It was a road made exclusively of potholes. Slow down and look FFS! Oh, and you came up on my left to tell me that without warning!!!
There. All better. The therapist will see you now.