The Guardian's bike blog

I still hate the bald speccy cunt more though.

I would have preferred him to be "testing" the create on a downhill, only to suffer a catastrophic mechanical failure, that resulted in the entire excuse for a bike being wedge 4 foot up his arse.

I met him not long ago. Turns out he's the best mate of an old colleague who I spotted at a gig. He seemed nice enough in real life. Stupid glasses and speech impediment though.