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Monday, 12 May 2014
He never wants to stop at all!

He’s just having a good time. He’s having a ball. He’s like a rocket ship on his way to Mars.

I heard him coming up behind me and he announced his presence with a hoot of the horn (which is not a wise move because these are not always audible, especially on a windy day like this was). Prudently, I did manage to get out of his way moving to the edge of the road and pausing slightly.  Then after passing me he raced up the hill and at the next intersection announced his presence with a hoot. He then must have stopped somewhere shortly after that because I nearly caught up with him within five minutes but saw him racing off again, hooting at every bend and intersection. I know that this is how one uses the hooter in places like Italy (to let the others know you are there) but it’s the first time I have seen such persistent hooting on the country lanes of Kent and Surrey.

Posted by bigblue on 12/05/2014 at 05:00 PM
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