Lambs

Home mid-morning from the overnighter at work and after a coffee or two and the start of a new book (Sylvia Patterson's 'I'm Not With The Band') it was out on the bike for the afternoon.

An interesting altercation with a driver who pulled out right in front of me approaching the lights at the top of my road, literally a minute away from the end of my ride 

"You just pulled out right in front of me, did you not see me?"

"Aye but you were miles away, you cyclists think you own the f**king road"

"I don't think I do, but you don't either"

"I pay road tax, you f**king dinnae'.

No arguing with that kind of logic, the lights changed and we went out separate ways.

Lamb