It's a ten minute bike ride from my house to the TA centre, and a good twenty minutes by car, so I usually cycle. I don't, I confess, often put a civvy top on over my shirt, technically breaking the rules, I know, but no-one at the unit has a problem with it. After a hard weekend's training, I was on my way home, FOGB bergan on my back, and four young men - well-dressed (shirts & society ties), posh accents, etc. - were walking the wrong way down the cycle lane I was in. I rang my bell a couple of times, and one of them shouted 'Nah, you'd better move'. Having right of way and not wanting to give in to yobbish behaviour, I kept going. They didn't move. Instead, they knocked me off my bike, laughed, and kept going, making snide comments ("Ought to be more careful with that on your back!" etc). My opinion, expressed from the pavement as I struggled to get up (I'm not a large guy and the bike and the bergan on top of me made it pretty tricky) that they were ******* disgraceful little shits who deserved to be shot at dawn, especially today of all days, didn't seem to elicit any remorse from them. I thought about chasing after them and trying to make sure they learnt some respect, but like I said, I'm not large, they outnumbered me four to one, and I was (and am) cream-crackered from the weekend. My faith in human nature was restored slightly by the help I received from a young family man who crossed the street to help me up and echoed my opinion that they were little shits. Even so - to do something like that to anyone is atrocious, to someone who's obviously a soldier on Remembrance Sunday is beyond words. How despicable. smithie PS - I'm fine, the bergan's fine, the bike's brakes will need a bit of a bodge, but that's not a problem. It's not the physical side that bothers me - it's the moral. s.