Clipless seems to have made me a more twatish cyclist, as I seek to avoid stopping at all costs. Clipping out is fine, but clipping back in with all the style of newly-born fawn as I wobble slowly away in front of a line of impatient motorists means I have lapsed occaisionally and RLJed. Quite honestly, if a motorist has been behind me before when I have obeyed the law and watched me attempt to clip in he's probably relieved when I run the light.
However the shame is difficult to bear and can only be assuaged by a slow administration of a chilli enema (Scotch Bonnet if I've been really bad) while watching re-plays of Chelsea's European Cup win.
Clipless seems to have made me a more twatish cyclist, as I seek to avoid stopping at all costs. Clipping out is fine, but clipping back in with all the style of newly-born fawn as I wobble slowly away in front of a line of impatient motorists means I have lapsed occaisionally and RLJed. Quite honestly, if a motorist has been behind me before when I have obeyed the law and watched me attempt to clip in he's probably relieved when I run the light.
However the shame is difficult to bear and can only be assuaged by a slow administration of a chilli enema (Scotch Bonnet if I've been really bad) while watching re-plays of Chelsea's European Cup win.
#mustlearntotrackstand