• On the way back from the TNRC last night, riding with middleofnowhere and Tatty-Viking from Victoria to EC1 at about midnight, there was someone riding like a total douchebag (to use the parlance of the culture he was so clearly trying to emulate).

    There was some sort of Rasta colour scheme going on - can't remember if it was bag or clothing; and it was heading east on Theobalds/Clerkenwell Rd. Anyway, if you're on here, you need to learn how to ride a line. Watching you weave and switch round invisible/minor obstacles at the last minute, including into adjoining roads as we passed them, was fucking embarrassing; and disconcerting too. Firstly, you start wondering what the fuck is being 'avoided' up the road when you see people flicking their bikes aggressively, and it's irritating when it turns out to be nothing. Secondly, you force people to overtake excessively widely as they're girding their loins, expecting you to switch a few metres to the right suddenly for no reason whilst you're next to them.

    If the intention was to look like a clueless prick on a bike, I'm happy to report that your mission was accomplished. Otherwise, ***please ***learn to ride a line, for everyone's sake.

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