About a dozen pissed up boris bikers pootling over Mare Street to go the wrong way up Victoria Park Lane, evidently they thought the mayhem they were causing was a great laugh.
Cycling home with my girlfriend after a gig on Friday night, heading east up Pentonville road as two pairs of cars racing each other flew past us without even considering moving over, probably the most scared I've been on my bike. Then as I reach the top of the hill a car coming from the other direction wants to turn right onto Baron Street, moves to cut across me so I slam the brakes on and he stops when I scream at him, when he gave me the hand gesture to hurry up I lost my rag and swore a great deal, was still buzzing with adrenaline shakes after the couple of close passes.
A few moments of lunacy over the weekend:
About a dozen pissed up boris bikers pootling over Mare Street to go the wrong way up Victoria Park Lane, evidently they thought the mayhem they were causing was a great laugh.
Cycling home with my girlfriend after a gig on Friday night, heading east up Pentonville road as two pairs of cars racing each other flew past us without even considering moving over, probably the most scared I've been on my bike. Then as I reach the top of the hill a car coming from the other direction wants to turn right onto Baron Street, moves to cut across me so I slam the brakes on and he stops when I scream at him, when he gave me the hand gesture to hurry up I lost my rag and swore a great deal, was still buzzing with adrenaline shakes after the couple of close passes.
This morning, however, was lovely.