think riding with phones ruins the experience in town, which is all about awareness.
Which would have helped the bloke at Cannon St yesterday, little twit, headphones, small bike, beard, on drops, who almost got squeezed under a bendy bus and then tried to ride through me. "get the fuck out of my way" he squealed pinging his pathetic bell desperate to win some fantasy race against his drooping ego. Me, in full Dulwich race lycra, slowed down, blocking him some more, out of deep respect for his tragic existence. "you're the reason why some people shouldn't have bikes," I said, in my head, wondering how long his cycling career would wobble on.
Was there a sign on the road that said "little twit's way?" if that's the case dulwich you shouldn't have been there.
What a wonderful thing to say "get the fuck out of my way!".
Was there a sign on the road that said "little twit's way?" if that's the case dulwich you shouldn't have been there.
What a wonderful thing to say "get the fuck out of my way!".