blog about my route from 17 stone lazy bloke to 11 stone triathlete, via running, eating, dieting, eating, biking, eating,dieting, eating, swimming, triathlon, dieting, you get the idea
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
I didnt call for a taxi
Tonight spin was an eye opener - literally. Nearly home from a quick 7.5mile, 100+ rpm spin, when a taxi decided to let me know that he was behind me on a single track raod by virtue of his car horn, he was about 6 foot behind me and i was only about 20 or 30 foot from the layby, i think he could of waited the few seconds it would have taken me to get there. Turned out he was a very nice man, when i asked him what the feck he was doing, ( he pulled over half a mile ahead to pick up ) i got a load of agression and threatened to get a taste of some wood as he pointed to his car boot, lovely man. Boston taxi services - you just cant beat them - or they'll beat you :)
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