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Me and Mrs Sparky drove into Brixton last night for a Doug Stanhope gig (lazy, I know, but we're in a public transport black hole and getting 4 miles to Brixton takes an hour and a half, and Mrs Sparky won't ride at night). The standard of driving was staggering. Bonkers. And then a bloke on a scrambler with no lights, number plate or indicators roared past. No helmet, wearing a balaclava. Brixton....
Sparky-
We have that in suburban Birmingham - a guy across the road has a legit ktm motorbike he rides to work (and tunes up everyday for about 4 hours) but at nights there are scramblers and quads hanging out there, then they all dress in black, pop on scarves and hoods up, off over parks down the cyclepaths. three or four bikes, no lights or numberplates, no helmets but go-pros attached to the bikes! Sick wheelies.
n3il
some geezer in a white Audi faux by four had a right go at me this morning, all because he flashed me to go across him at a junction, but I gestured for him to go around the back of me, as he should - I couldn't see what might be coming straight across behind him because his ugly shit car was blocking my view - just trying to stay alive pal