There's a complete cocksocket who I see on the Uxbridge road most days. He comes flying out of a side street, as usual without any regard for other traffic, weaving through pedestrians as he RLJs at high speed through the Shepherds Bush roundabout, pushing through gaps and generally just being a self centred dick on a bike.
This morning as I made my way thorough Notting Hill I saw him in an animated conversation with the cops who'd set up an RLJ trap for cyclists at Kensington Church Street. He was arguing with three cops, one of whom seemed to be writing out more than one ticket. It completely made my day.
There's a complete cocksocket who I see on the Uxbridge road most days. He comes flying out of a side street, as usual without any regard for other traffic, weaving through pedestrians as he RLJs at high speed through the Shepherds Bush roundabout, pushing through gaps and generally just being a self centred dick on a bike.
This morning as I made my way thorough Notting Hill I saw him in an animated conversation with the cops who'd set up an RLJ trap for cyclists at Kensington Church Street. He was arguing with three cops, one of whom seemed to be writing out more than one ticket. It completely made my day.