"Where's your bell?"
"Here:" *bring-bring*
"Well, why didn't you ring it then?"
"I did."
"BloodyCyclists."
Alternatively, and the one that still
ANNOYS me was coming over the Humber Bridge on the shared path. I was quite happy with the view and dawdling behind the family group walking ahead of me.
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
etc
from the cyclist coming from behind. The whole family group jumped, turned around, and gave
me an earful for my rudeness in wanting to blast past. My protest of innocence fell on deaf ears, so I took the opportunity to pass in the wake of the DING DING DING.
She then intruded on my solitude, I assume from seeing the panniers and towel drying on the rack, to question me as to where I was going. My intention was Southend, and hers was to follow the NCN south. Having experienced parts of that NCN I silently laughed. To this day I still hope that she's bogged down in some gravel rut and suffering.