One yesterday, one today. Hooted at by a Beemer as I rode into the airport approaching a pinch point, and thus in primary. I take primary there because two lanes merge and if I don't I get kerb-squeezed. The thing is, he did it well before the pinch point and in the end had plenty of room to overtake safely (which he did) and pull in again. Knee-jerk, I suppose.
Today, in the bus link in Crawley as I walk the bike from the ped area across the road to my bank. Muttering behind was getting louder, and then I very distinctly heard the following monologue:
"I could eat that arse...and he's gotlovely thighs...and those calves...."
I turned round to find an only slightly rough-looking woman in her forties following me. She grinned when I looked round.
"Well, you have! Ignore me, I'm pissed"