What an incoherent load of old tosh.
*Dozens of bikes obstruct cars that have the right-of-way while streaking across the hectic roundabout at Hyde Park Corner. *
What does that even mean?
*They cruise alongside three-ton lorries, right in the truckers’ blind spots, and when the lorries turn left, grinding them into biomass, everyone is supposed to feel sorry for them. *
Idiotic beyond comment. My territory has been invaded
Ah, now we're getting to the nub. When cyclists were a rare annoyance, authorities left us alone; now that cops are handing out tickets like girlie-show fliers, it’s fiendishly difficult to slip harmlessly through a red light with no traffic in sight. Not long ago, my serene, sneaky, below-the-radar form of transport was an option on that ever-scarcer frisson of modern life: getting away with something. Now cycling’s infernal popularity threatens the last redoubt of freedom in this world.
What an incoherent load of old tosh.
*Dozens of bikes obstruct cars that have the right-of-way while streaking across the hectic roundabout at Hyde Park Corner. *
What does that even mean?
*They cruise alongside three-ton lorries, right in the truckers’ blind spots, and when the lorries turn left, grinding them into biomass, everyone is supposed to feel sorry for them. *
Idiotic beyond comment.
My territory has been invaded
Ah, now we're getting to the nub.
When cyclists were a rare annoyance, authorities left us alone; now that cops are handing out tickets like girlie-show fliers, it’s fiendishly difficult to slip harmlessly through a red light with no traffic in sight. Not long ago, my serene, sneaky, below-the-radar form of transport was an option on that ever-scarcer frisson of modern life: getting away with something. Now cycling’s infernal popularity threatens the last redoubt of freedom in this world.
Poor Lionel. Poor, poor Lionel.