Once I crashed in Knightsbridge and the snotty bastard locals all walked right past me without a second glance. My ankle was fucked, so I hobbled to the nearest bike-shop, which was the cyclopedia (full of pashleys and ridgebacks) on the Fulham road. They made me sit down and drink hot sweet tea and made sure my bike was roadworthy. They wouldn't let me leave till they were sure I was alright. Nice guys.
Once I crashed in Knightsbridge and the snotty bastard locals all walked right past me without a second glance. My ankle was fucked, so I hobbled to the nearest bike-shop, which was the cyclopedia (full of pashleys and ridgebacks) on the Fulham road. They made me sit down and drink hot sweet tea and made sure my bike was roadworthy. They wouldn't let me leave till they were sure I was alright. Nice guys.