Last night I was staying out until my daughters friends had left my house (ten fifteen and sixteen year olds can make a massive amount of noise). So coming home from my pal's house I popped into the grey horse pub in Balerno main st. Everyone appeared to be steamboats apart from three senior hombres by the fire so I squeezed in beside them.
These senior chaps were perfecting their Waldorf and Stadler routine from the muppets. Not sure if they worked out I was a cyclist as I had a black endura anorak on and the gents were very piquant observers of humanity. A few skirmishes about road tax and the like and then they launched into would it be illegal for a cyclist to overtake a car going at 30 mph. I used info from this very forum to say the cyclist would not be breaking the speed limit but might be charged with dangerous or reckless behaviour? This seemed to satisfy the chaps (they were just looking for an argument they said) as we then had a long and detailed discussion about various bikes including a 1949 Flying Scot that was being done up by one of them.
All good (obviously I have deleted a great deal of initial swearing and anti-hibs sentiment). Conversation then veered towards organised crime, how to set fire to your factory without detection (seems to involve coca cola) and various publicans and owners of football teams so I took my leave.
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