So had a back and forth with this butter roller after he talked shit to me from his ebike (Now he is on a gas powered scooter, guess the ebike gave up the ghost under his girth). And since I just avoid him whenever I have seen him on the ferry.
For the last few weeks I have been having a problem with one of the spindle bolts on my bike, non-drive side. For some reason the crank arm's pinch, and the bolt were, I assumed, rattling loose. Thankfully the worst it ever resulted in was a chain slip off the sprocket and driver (BMX with a tungsten carbide chain, so not much to go wrong here). About the most that would happen is the sudden 'Oh fuck!' moment of loosing gyroscope from the wheels being at even spin, and having to foot stop. Since I go brakeless, no real issue here.
So finally I say fuck it, and put down the thread compound, going with a higher strength thread lock. Something I hate to do, but what choice do I have, right?
Fast forward to this morning, ferry is going across, I go out on the front passenger deck at an angle where I can see my bike in the car deck below. The fatty is there at my bike, on a knee, shaking his jello arms.... 'What the fuck?!?!' Not angry, or vengeful, just literally blown away that this fatty mcfat is this fucking spiteful. Anyhow, get down stairs, walk up, and he sees me. Says nothing, like a child caught in a cookie jar, he walks away, still holding his hex key he was using to try and loosen my spindle bolt.
I know, I should have video trapped him with my phone. But I think I was just in shock from processing just how fucking spiteful, conniving, and without regard a fat scorned could be.