This road is known amongst a few devotees as the worst road in London. It's entire length is a patchwork of half-hearted repair, speed-bump, crack and crevice. It is so relentlessly bad, so murderously rough, to travel it's length is to experience some sort of psychological and physical breakdown. I've seen people at the junction with Peckham Road wild eyed, tearful, even hysterical.
And I've seen it in myself.
Heart and headset cracked.
It works like sleep deprivation; you can never relax and just cycle for even two metres before some broken tarmac sends a jolt though the frame. Even the road markings, the yellow lines and the no parkings are made from a concrete paint in heavy relief. In fact, if I closed my eyes and rode across these markings I could read them like Braille.
I hate this road so bad. I want to smash it more, to beat it with my fists until they bleed.
Lyndhurst Way, se15, Peckham area.
This road is known amongst a few devotees as the worst road in London. It's entire length is a patchwork of half-hearted repair, speed-bump, crack and crevice. It is so relentlessly bad, so murderously rough, to travel it's length is to experience some sort of psychological and physical breakdown. I've seen people at the junction with Peckham Road wild eyed, tearful, even hysterical.
And I've seen it in myself.
Heart and headset cracked.
It works like sleep deprivation; you can never relax and just cycle for even two metres before some broken tarmac sends a jolt though the frame. Even the road markings, the yellow lines and the no parkings are made from a concrete paint in heavy relief. In fact, if I closed my eyes and rode across these markings I could read them like Braille.
I hate this road so bad. I want to smash it more, to beat it with my fists until they bleed.
I am going to have to move.