Every day the “shared path” that I ride along brings new and interesting challenges. Somedays its the dogs, other days the ankle deep mud, today, an aggressive pedestrian.
Walking towards me on the wrong side of the path, eyes on his feet, shirt and suit jacket unbuttoned, tie half-undone, two large armfulls of parcels, he nearly walked into me as I stopped on the bridge. I couldn’t get around him so I just stood there. He glared at me and demanded that I ride around him. I politely pointed out the local council law required that he walk on the left. He threw his belongings on the ground and screamed that he’d had a bad day and I could F####ing well ride around him. I sat there. He threatened to move me if I wouldn’t go around him, so I carefully rode around him leaving as large a gap as I could. As I was leaving there was another torrent of abuse about my attitude etc. Hopefully he was in a better mood before he next got into a car or met his wife or children at home.
