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Mini-full of bigots

Hitching a ride into Salisbury
(if ever there was a vain attempt to transplant little England, this was)
a red mini with three blokes
pulled up and offered me a lift.
As we headed east along Jameson Avenue
(named after an imperialist)
– next to the open ground opposite the Polytechnic –
the driver saw a cyclist
and simply slipped off the road in hot pursuit
(off-road racing for racists)
This was not what I had expected when I had been ‘helloed my China‘.
Fortunately, the bicycle was more suited to the terrain and the cyclist was off pretty quickly as was I, scrambling out of that mini-filled bigotry and sheer plain ignorance as fast as I possibly could.

Hitching in Southern Africa, 1975

© Rick Frame