The place we ride is right outside a scum-central pub, so theres always boozed up retards outside telling you take your helment off and stop being a puff and make it interesting, get a seat, do a backflip, they can do better etc. The best is when a group of slags walk past and ask have you nothing better to do, and are replied to by......yeah, as opposed to going round town blowing my wage on booze, throwing up because i can't handle it and shagging some smackhead neanderthal from chorley down an alleyway, and doing the same thing 3 nights a week. That literally destroys their heads, and they just walk on.