A couple of weeks ago I walked with the bike on my shoulder past a huge gang outside the block of flats opposite the Wheelers pub (the one with the bashments) or for those who're not local - next to the Westfield/Olympic site. Usually I'm pretty confident when on the bike, but walking with the merchandise is like asking for trouble. It wasn't that bad - few taunts, they called me a "boy" (even I was old enough to be a father to some of their mothers, if I had sex as early as they tend to nowadays) and told me to suck my momma, but the bike is still with me.
It's on my drunken route from the SEs. Bad.
A couple of weeks ago I walked with the bike on my shoulder past a huge gang outside the block of flats opposite the Wheelers pub (the one with the bashments) or for those who're not local - next to the Westfield/Olympic site. Usually I'm pretty confident when on the bike, but walking with the merchandise is like asking for trouble. It wasn't that bad - few taunts, they called me a "boy" (even I was old enough to be a father to some of their mothers, if I had sex as early as they tend to nowadays) and told me to suck my momma, but the bike is still with me.