A fellow road user travelling in a motorised conveyance caught my eye this morning. He had proceeded to turn right (onto the road on which I was travelling) through a set of traffic lights. Indeed he had the green light, but could not proceed through the junction as the way was
not clear. This fellow then proceeded to sound the horn, with which I understand all motorised conveyances have to be equipped, using quite some vigour.
Anyhow, although these events brought this road user to my attention, that was not the fun part.
The gentleman parked is automobile upon a disabled car parking space set upon the very wide footway afront a row of shops. I saw him exit his automobile carrying a clutch of posters. On closer inspection, I recognised the posters as
"Vote No! Stop the Manchester Congestion Charge" posters.
"Where's the fun in this?", I hear you say! Well, don't blink. You might miss it.
On reaching this point in my commute, I had cycled past about three quarters of a mile of slow moving traffic and I knew that I would have to cycle past another solid mile of traffic before I took my turn off changing my heading away from the city centre. I was so amused that the man opposed to the congestion charge and delivering posters during rush hour, exactly the time the peak time congestion charge would apply and he, himself, was stuck in solid traffic for quite some considerable time.
Is this not akin to having a large deep open wound and ignoring it?
Sorry for indulging.
As you were...
