Guy on a yellow single-speed Schwinn Madison with bullhorns, on Warwick Road and then Holland Road, this morning. See him on that route every so often. Remember him because he's always a) very unhappy about being overtaken, b) desperately keen to catch up, c) really rather slow and d) prone to the stupidest and most dangerous RLJ moves across very busy roads (like the junction of Warwick Road and West Cromwell road) in attempts to get ahead.
Anyway, he repeated that pattern without fail, this morning. Having left him behind again, I was spinning toward Holland Park roundabout when I realised my left-hand drop was moving - mostly independently of the rest of the bike. This caused me to slow down some, to consider. As it dawned on me that the left half of my drops was close to falling off, yellow Madison guy appears at my shoulder, giving it his all to the extent that his bike is shaking rather more than mine. "Fuck this!", I thought, damned if I was going to allow the minor problem of a disintegrating bike to stop me from twatting a twat. So I gripped the right drop firmly, the left drop just firm enough to hold it in place, and spun off into the distance - at which point he actually started swearing loudly. I was tempted to pull the left drop off entirely and wave it over my head, but wasn't quite that stupid.
If you're on here and still determined to get ahead, learn to ride faster and less like a dick. I'm less dangerous with half my handlebars missing than you are with a fully functioning bike.
And I found out why my handlebars were creaking. Bonus.
Guy on a yellow single-speed Schwinn Madison with bullhorns, on Warwick Road and then Holland Road, this morning. See him on that route every so often. Remember him because he's always a) very unhappy about being overtaken, b) desperately keen to catch up, c) really rather slow and d) prone to the stupidest and most dangerous RLJ moves across very busy roads (like the junction of Warwick Road and West Cromwell road) in attempts to get ahead.
Anyway, he repeated that pattern without fail, this morning. Having left him behind again, I was spinning toward Holland Park roundabout when I realised my left-hand drop was moving - mostly independently of the rest of the bike. This caused me to slow down some, to consider. As it dawned on me that the left half of my drops was close to falling off, yellow Madison guy appears at my shoulder, giving it his all to the extent that his bike is shaking rather more than mine. "Fuck this!", I thought, damned if I was going to allow the minor problem of a disintegrating bike to stop me from twatting a twat. So I gripped the right drop firmly, the left drop just firm enough to hold it in place, and spun off into the distance - at which point he actually started swearing loudly. I was tempted to pull the left drop off entirely and wave it over my head, but wasn't quite that stupid.
If you're on here and still determined to get ahead, learn to ride faster and less like a dick. I'm less dangerous with half my handlebars missing than you are with a fully functioning bike.
And I found out why my handlebars were creaking. Bonus.