As my friend Sean said, Only I could manage to have an arguement with a Driver in the
Middle of nowhereGoing up this rocky track near Nenthead in Cumbria and a ruddy great Range Rover comes down the hill followed by a Land Rover.
Me and Sean are either side of the track and the bloke who's motor is as wide as the track thinks he can get through without stopping.
I wasn't planning on going in the ditch so pulled a little nearer the centre and mouthed a few obsenities at him through the windscreen.
He gets out and one of his great comments was, "f**king cyclists; all the bloody same"
Yeah, mate, that's 'cos you're always a twat whenever you meet one.