The other day I was walking to the station when I heard someone shouting. I first assumed they weren’t shouting at me, but I was wrong. “Hey! Hello? Excuse me!” The smiling cyclist wanted to get past me on the pavement. I stepped aside, begging her pardon, though I realised in retrospect I should have told her that the road was where she should have been riding her bike.
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Moments later, I stepped aside again to avoid an oncoming mobility scooter. If only I’d had a speed camera: I’m sure the lady was going faster than the street’s 20mph speed limit. Then I edged between a tree and a discarded orange rental bike. A few seconds after that, a smiling kidult on a scooter barrelled towards me. I stepped aside and – what’s wrong with me? – apologised again. Later, I propped up two rental bikes lying across my path. Finally, I stepped into the gutter to get around a couple who were appreciating a hedge cut into the silhouette of an elephant. The hedge alone took up a third of the pavement.
Source : theguardian
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