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01-27-04, 10:49 AM
Hi,
Just joined these forums and thought I'd introduce myself by recounting an incident that happened recently.
I live approx 10 miles north of Portsmouth in the UK and my daily commute to said town, not a single flat bit :( , has, for the last two of the fifteen years I have cycled to work, taken me through a seemingly never ending series of major roadworks. The incident in question occured when I was once again stopped at a set of temporary traffic lights that I knew would be longer than the second coming of Christ in changing to green in my favour. So I thought 'chuff this' and decided to circumvent the lights by riding on the pavement, something that I very rarely do I should add, but as there were no pedestrians about I thought OK. At the end of the road works there was a mechanical digger parked up with no driver so I rode in front of it ready to cross over the road and join the traffic flow again. As I was slowly negotiating the traffic cones that marked the limits of the road works I started to cyle across a concrete strip when to my dismay I slowly sank, axle deep, into what was, I realised, still wet concrete :( . Not to worry I thought, extracting my front wheel from the concrete, when I happened to glance to my right and saw to my embarrasement two burly tattooed workmen, who had previously been concealed from my sight behind the parked digger, both wielding very large shovels in the process of lovingly smoothing the far end of the concrete strip that I had just desecrated. I was getting just a bit worried when one of them started towards me with an angry look and raised shovel, just as my wicked life flashed before my eyes, he brought the shovel down and started, with a sigh, to repair the indentation made by my wheel muttering as he did so "bloody cylists never look where you're going do you". Needless to say I took this opportunity to offer a hasty apology and speedily continue my journey home with wet concrete spraying up over my face and leggings.
Well, I hope this has caused as much amusement here as it did my wife & daughter when I arrived home, both of whom nearly became incontinent with laughter as did my work colleagues the next day.
Needless to say I now have the patience of a saint when waiting at these traffic lights and have no desire to stray from straight, bumpy and narrow again.
Cheers
FlakMonkey
Just joined these forums and thought I'd introduce myself by recounting an incident that happened recently.
I live approx 10 miles north of Portsmouth in the UK and my daily commute to said town, not a single flat bit :( , has, for the last two of the fifteen years I have cycled to work, taken me through a seemingly never ending series of major roadworks. The incident in question occured when I was once again stopped at a set of temporary traffic lights that I knew would be longer than the second coming of Christ in changing to green in my favour. So I thought 'chuff this' and decided to circumvent the lights by riding on the pavement, something that I very rarely do I should add, but as there were no pedestrians about I thought OK. At the end of the road works there was a mechanical digger parked up with no driver so I rode in front of it ready to cross over the road and join the traffic flow again. As I was slowly negotiating the traffic cones that marked the limits of the road works I started to cyle across a concrete strip when to my dismay I slowly sank, axle deep, into what was, I realised, still wet concrete :( . Not to worry I thought, extracting my front wheel from the concrete, when I happened to glance to my right and saw to my embarrasement two burly tattooed workmen, who had previously been concealed from my sight behind the parked digger, both wielding very large shovels in the process of lovingly smoothing the far end of the concrete strip that I had just desecrated. I was getting just a bit worried when one of them started towards me with an angry look and raised shovel, just as my wicked life flashed before my eyes, he brought the shovel down and started, with a sigh, to repair the indentation made by my wheel muttering as he did so "bloody cylists never look where you're going do you". Needless to say I took this opportunity to offer a hasty apology and speedily continue my journey home with wet concrete spraying up over my face and leggings.
Well, I hope this has caused as much amusement here as it did my wife & daughter when I arrived home, both of whom nearly became incontinent with laughter as did my work colleagues the next day.
Needless to say I now have the patience of a saint when waiting at these traffic lights and have no desire to stray from straight, bumpy and narrow again.
Cheers
FlakMonkey