"The third time the piercing noise penetrated my ear, I was just giving it my all riding uphill. I wasn’t the only one, and apparently the suffering resulted in some girls having temporary deafness. The moto kept lingering halfway through the bunch, and he kept repeating his tune. If you’re giving it all, you cannot handle a lot. So it didn’t take long before I felt like hitting the moto man in the lips so he wouldn’t be able to pucker up and whistle. After another minute I wished I had a gun. Not to murder the moto man, but to shoot myself in the head, so I didn’t have to hear that horrible whistling anymore."

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Marijn Fietst» Blog Archive » Whistle while you work

Another great blog from Marijn de Vries!  Read it, it’s great!