So while many drivers show great consideration to your humble bicyclist quite a few frankly don`t give a rats arse.
So here is an ode to you guys. (not that you`ll either be reading this or care)
May your head grow bald as your tyres,
May your jokes wear as thin as your brake pads,
About your large metal gear shift I shall say nothing,
And won`t even use the word,
knob.
May the price of oil force you behind the wheel of an old Toyota Starlet with smelly seats
And a Broken radio.
May your girlfriend leave you for someone with stronger legs.
V. Grumpy Hotnortherly
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