Especially those that work at Vodaphone.
My bike died this morning on the way to work. Decellerating for the Vodaphone roundabout and it just died. No warning. I tried to restart it but the starter motor relay is just chattering.
So I'm stuck in the outside lane of a dual carrigeway at the roundabout and not one driver would stop to let me push the bike across the road. In the end I went for the biggest gap and just pushed. Some tosser in a bmw 3 series decided he wouldn't slow down until the last minute and then hit his horn.
Cue me, walking up to his window and saying politely to him
"Sir, it's hot, my bikes broken down and I'm feeling a little frustrtated. Now if you'd like me to take that frustration out on you and your car just blow that horn again"
So I'm at the side of the road, with about 6 shiney fair weather bikers in their power ranger suits bikes riding past me without stopping to ask if I'm OK.
A nice 2 mile walk to work in black leathers - hum nice and sweaty.
I tried to bumpstart the thing but it wouldn't have it so it's been left under a bridge at the side of the road whilst I see if a local bike shop can do anything. I've got RAC but I might need that to get home.
'The great fallacy is that the game is first and last about winning. It's nothing of the kind. The game is about glory. It's about doing things in style, with a flourish, about going out and beating the other lot, not waiting for them to die of boredom.'