“don’t speed” exclaimed a middle-aged lady as I cycled past her and her overloaded marketing trolley.
That got me mad, but me being so nice, didn’t stop to confront her. Just because I cycle faster than a 80-year-old on his/her bike doesn’t mean I am speeding, my dear auntie. If I were reckless, yes, whack me with a cane, but reckless, I was not.
Also, please keep to the left of the huge pavement. If you hog the middle of the pavement, you would definitely be surprised by the bicycle right in front of you.
Dear auntie, please keep to the left unless overtaking.