dissuade

I have lost count of the number of times I have been asked "Do you have a bike then?" when I have had all my gear on. I have taken to replying "No, I just love the feel of leather against my skin", in response to which I get a lot of odd looks. Great.

And on Monday, from some fat dude in Tenby: "Aww, I bet it's a nice day for you to be sitting on the back of a bike." Yes, clearly, because women can't ride bikes of their own. Grr...