building up a bunch of speed and then trying to coast down the busiest road in nottingham and bouncing up and down before thinking - shitters i need to carry on pedalling.
Yeh, I had that exact same sensation, it felt very odd. I haven't yet tried to stop pedalling mid-corner but I'm sure it's only matter of time before I do. Which I imagine will mean road rash? I keep looking at my bike and thinking how damn cool it looks compared to my racer, which is strange cos I wanted an ugly bike no-one would try and nick. Of course, when I get photos up, I'll probably be told in no uncertain terms that it is in fact extremely hideous. It is just like parents with ugly babies, isn't it? Your own is always the nicest!