Tonight I was going up hill, standing on the pedals, both hands on the handlebars - and took a left turn. A white-van man revs the engine, follows me round the corner, catches up, lowers the window and shouts "do your hand signals you twat!". Nice one. Here's to you, fat, pathetic red-neck bastard!. I sincerely hope you grow painful blisters beneath your eyelids.
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