A bit late but had to come down to the smoke a few weeks back. In my infinite wisdow decided the train and bike combo would be better than driving from the noth east. Due to the train, and proving to work the Cyclescheme works, I used my brompton rather than my singlespeed. At this point I would like to note that I rarely see another brompton and if I ride round my town I get nothing but abuse from the dole monkeys up here. Managed to use the train to pancreas/kings cross to come headlong into engineering works and a queue the length of the station.
Fuck this, unfold the comedy bike and with no map or phone battery I set of using the force to get tot the hotel in borehamwood. I read the horror stories in the press of riding in london being akin to death race 2000. Its plain wrong, as I stopped at least three cyclists for directions when I got lost. Cars, vans and taxis were all very courteous to me and gave me loads of room. My only complaint being that next time i'll bring my climbing gear to get out the potholes.
3 days riding from hotel to office and grinning like a loon, hopefully ive salvaged the scheme and can blag another tax free bike this year.
I've been cycling here for 3 months. Had no more near death experiences than Glasgow, cycling provisions are out of this world compared to there, 99% of road users are acutely aware of cyclists and make room, don't block lanes. Cycling here rules.
A bit late but had to come down to the smoke a few weeks back. In my infinite wisdow decided the train and bike combo would be better than driving from the noth east. Due to the train, and proving to work the Cyclescheme works, I used my brompton rather than my singlespeed. At this point I would like to note that I rarely see another brompton and if I ride round my town I get nothing but abuse from the dole monkeys up here. Managed to use the train to pancreas/kings cross to come headlong into engineering works and a queue the length of the station.
Fuck this, unfold the comedy bike and with no map or phone battery I set of using the force to get tot the hotel in borehamwood. I read the horror stories in the press of riding in london being akin to death race 2000. Its plain wrong, as I stopped at least three cyclists for directions when I got lost. Cars, vans and taxis were all very courteous to me and gave me loads of room. My only complaint being that next time i'll bring my climbing gear to get out the potholes.
9/10