Cyclists. They infest the little country lanes of Surrey now, pretty much year-round, as we have big annual road races that involve mobs of THOUSANDS of the bastards.
They're like big fragile insects - you can't touch them for fear of breaking a limb or killing them, but you just want them to Go Away and Get The Frack Out Of The Way. Which they steadfastly refuse to do.
We call them Lycra Louts round here. Aggressive, smug, in the WAY and roadhogging at all times. Damn nuisance.
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Date: 2013-10-09 10:49 pm (UTC)They're like big fragile insects - you can't touch them for fear of breaking a limb or killing them, but you just want them to Go Away and Get The Frack Out Of The Way. Which they steadfastly refuse to do.
We call them Lycra Louts round here. Aggressive, smug, in the WAY and roadhogging at all times. Damn nuisance.