I just rode home from the pub. I only had lemonade, as I won't ride after even a shandy. It was a mate's 40th birthday.

I pulled up at a set of lights, minding my own business and happy with my pipes just louder than my ipod. There's this bleedin 3 series BMW with 2 idiots, and it's souped up in a rude boy stylee. (Well that's what we used to call it at school....) Loud exhausts and attitude... The drivers sat there revving the engine and I look over and shrug my shoulders. Lights change and I floor it. Leave him in my dust...well nearly anyway. The next lights are at a junction and its less than 100 yards. I still beat him there... He's then diving across the lanes, pulling in behind me - I'm convinced that he's gonna do it again at the next lights but I may come of worst. So I nip down the bicycle lane that to the left and well out of his way. That puts 8 or 9 cars between me and him.

Thing is, I was chuffed that I beat him of the lights without really really flooring it. I didn't even hit the rev limiter.

So this girl on her shiny bike took on a twat (who probably thought it was a Hardley..) and won.
Does that make me a bad person?


Gina 03 America - Pretty stock - except the TBS wheel... 06 America - missing, presumed in bits. With it's TBS wheel... 09 America - It's very blue....