Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I am sometimes wrong
I woke up yesterday with a banging head, complete lack of co-ordination and a sahara-esque mouth.
i only had 3 cans of kronenbourg to blame this on, that's not right or fair.
anyway, i set off after stumbling around and bashing my shins on the pedals/cranks atleast 3 times.
things are going okay, i'm riding through peckham park, there's another cyclist in front on an old peugeot mountain bike (with the coolest 80s graffiti style graphics), there's a guy in the path with his girlfriend (i assume) who moves out of the way.
so it's all good.
however, as i go past i hear him shouting something about '...our mother's not bringing us up properly...' i stop, i ask him who he's talking to, and he says both of us. he moved out of the way and we both went past without thanking him.
i'm tired, i can't be fucked, i'm certainly not going to jump through big hoops of gratitude, i tell him to get over it and say 'for fuck's sake' he shouts something else i don't hear/understand and i ride off.
i ride another couple of hundred metres and then i think... he's right, i should have said thanks. i was rude. i turn around, then i think if i go back now he'll probably think i'm taking the piss and ploat me.
I REALLY need to think a bit more... it's to easy to get caught up in a little fug of cycling self-righteousness...