In the series of Things I Really Don’t Like this time: motorcyclists who think they are frakkin’ alone on the road, hell, on the planet.
This afternoon I was out cycling with my dog and I’d decided to leave my town via what is basically the back entrance. The moment you get past the town sign, the road becomes a country road in the middle of nowhere, perfect place to let the dog walk.
I’d gone not even a kilometer yet when behind me I heard the familiar whine of a motorcycle engine. As it got closer, the sound got exponentially louder and louder and louder and eventually two motorcycles sped past me going well over the speed limit. I’m not that good at guessing speeds but it was way over 120kph on a road where you may go either 60 or 80.
Lucky for me I had Tessa on her leash. She’s never been too fond of motorcycles but these really scared her. If she’d been loose, she would have turned around and ran for home.
I cycled on, pretending nothing much had happened as to not reinforce Tessa’s scared behaviour, I heard a cyclist a little way behind me call out. As I looked back, he spoke again, so I stopped and talked to the man for a few minutes. Both of us had to blow off some steam about the motorcyclists.
As I write this, I can get angry all over again but *inhales deeply* let’s not do that. Enjoy the fact that today was a beautiful day with warm sunny weather outside while the house was nice enough not to turn into a frying pan.