Cafewanda just made me realise that lfgss has definitely become that which it ran from. Bike radar commuting section. I'm not gonna lie down and take it.
Get your fucking, syphilitic tights off, put them on your head and rob a liquor store for fifteen cans of cider. Now, put them in a bag, ride around London in the middle of the night and get paralytic. But please make sure you stop at lights, don't undertake, have lights on our bike and use the primary position where possible as well as shouting in a patronising manner at all other cyclists that they need cycle training. Hey presto LFGSS 2012. Cunts.
Ftfy