Pulled up outside the farmers' store yesterday and went in. When I came back out there was a bloke standing looking at the bike. Not a problem, and he started asking me about it and I was telling him stuff.
Suddenly, he started pulling and messing around with it, exclaiming about this, that and the other (leccy motors being an odd thing, apparently).
I got a bit pi55ed off at this - as I didn't recall if I'd switched off the power button and it occurred to me he might twist the throttle, not being familiar with it. I told him to leave it alone, to put it down and step away from it.
He went in the huff.
Tough sheet, pal. Keep your hands to yourself - I wouldn't come up to one of your possessions and behave as if it's my own. Cheeky sod.
Suddenly, he started pulling and messing around with it, exclaiming about this, that and the other (leccy motors being an odd thing, apparently).
I got a bit pi55ed off at this - as I didn't recall if I'd switched off the power button and it occurred to me he might twist the throttle, not being familiar with it. I told him to leave it alone, to put it down and step away from it.
He went in the huff.
Tough sheet, pal. Keep your hands to yourself - I wouldn't come up to one of your possessions and behave as if it's my own. Cheeky sod.