Saturday morning in Richmond Park is men's cycling club rush hour. The road is narrow, so you can't stop without blocking all the traffic. People do, to photograph the deer, and they get pulled up sharpish.
Today i was driving though the park when my car just...stopped. something to do with the gear box. i couldn't accelerate, i just had to pull over. I put the hazards on, checked the boot of the hire car for a warning triangle (none found), phoned the RAC, and then it was freezing so i got back in the car and waited. 90% of the cyclists who went past shouted, spat or glared at me. 50% of the drivers had a go. Just one man and one woman came up to ask if i'd broken down, and to see if they could help.
I'm so saddened - i always thought most people were good. Not in the park on a Saturday morning, it seems. GGGGGRRRRRRRR. i was VERY ANGRY. so angry that at one point i heard myself randomly yell BRAKE DOWN at a herd of bikemen, like some batty anti-grammaticist, which i'm plainly not. And eventually, i nearly cried. Fortunately the RAC man then arrived like a knight in orange flashing armour and confirmed that it was properly broken. He towed me & my son to Acton which was hilarious.
The icing on the cake of my bad day is that, bless him, he drove over my handbag as i was transferring everything to another car. And broke 3 cds and my sunglasses and squished a bottle of mascara over everything else.