Spotted...

Sweet. Glad everything worked out!

Bike locked to a lampost outside the Barbican hall, the bit with the fountains and benches - you there for the concert..?

Bunch of cycling types at some pub in hammersmith.. it was almost like some kind of planned meeting.. loads of the buggers..

me: getting some sweet air over the bonnet of a silver vauxhall this morning on liverpool road, islington. middle-aged lady driver decided that it would be a great idea to turn left as I was passing her in the bike lane, without checking her mirrors OR indicating... (actually the first flash of the indicator was the last thing I saw before launching into the air).

i gave her a stern but not profanity-laced talking to. her excuse was "I'm so sorry, I was talking..."

no significant damage to me or the bike though, so i'm really only complaining about breaking my london hit-by-a-car duck. glad i was wearing padded mitts, though.

This is London my friend...

Glad you're ok. You're stronger willed than I with this stern talking to bollocks. I would've blasted her so fast her hair turned white.

Some Aussie cunt with a beard that wouldnt shut up in the pub.... amazing, he talks even more shit than Murtle... ;)

At least you can understand the shit I'm talking..

spotted: two guys on a tandem out past white city is this common? i have never seen it!

what pub in hammersmith i work in a pub in hammersmith

Bunch of cycling types at some pub in hammersmith.. it was almost like some kind of planned meeting.. loads of the buggers..

sorry about that
what pub in hammersmith i work in a pub in hammersmith

Bristlypioneer, how de doody!

me: getting some sweet air over the bonnet of a silver vauxhall this morning on liverpool road, islington. middle-aged lady driver decided that it would be a great idea to turn left as I was passing her in the bike lane, without checking her mirrors OR indicating... (actually the first flash of the indicator was the last thing I saw before launching into the air).

i gave her a stern but not profanity-laced talking to. her excuse was "I'm so sorry, I was talking..."

no significant damage to me or the bike though, so i'm really only complaining about breaking my london hit-by-a-car duck. glad i was wearing padded mitts, though.

Tim, glad you are OK. Middle aged women in Islington are a curse.

Bike locked to a lampost outside the Barbican hall, the bit with the fountains and benches - you there for the concert..?

hi, t'was me. nah, not the concert. had an architecht mate scouting through the complex of walk ways and open spaces with me. had fun though!

Tim, glad you are OK. Middle aged women in Islington are a curse.

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Presumably, you would admit of exceptions to this rule? ;)

That be me.. think I saw you in Hammershit. Avatar on your bag?

Yup. The next time we meet, I will formally request you to cease your forward momentum using tyre friction then introduce myself.

bloke on an orange iro with orange rear deep V absolutely creaming it across london bridge a couple of times this week.. someone has been going to 'spin' at the gym..

the crazy J once more, sharing a river crossing and departed into the urban waste land of the norf.

Nhatt cruising down Bishopsgate, followed by Rik fixing punctures on Commercial St, and then Fred on Commercial Road.

I was cabenger... Was advised in no uncertain terms by Fred that this behaviour was... a bit shit.

Some chap passing by Arsenal stadium this eve, on a Navy (i think) frame with lighter blue forks. Calmly and swarvely uttered, "Word" as he passed us, with a suitably matching hand gesture. Sorry i gave you a slightly confused look, i was in a bit of a daze.

ha ha that was me. a couple of pints in the park after work brings out the gangster me. I also spotted gusyup +friend on the same journey. I didnt notice a funny look as was motoring along in my own world experimenting with a new route home...

who was that who nodded to me yesterday on brixton hill?

reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen on tooley st, home sweet home!

Jovially shouted 'do a skid' to a fella in plaid shirt & skinny jeans turning from Windmill St onto Charlotte St around 8pm last night - all I got for my troubles was the bird. Admittedly I was a yuppienger at the time, swilling white wine outside the Charlotte St Hotel.

Tim, glad you are OK. Middle aged women in Islington are a curse.

i will take your word for it (don't usually have much to do with the middle-aged ladies of Islington).

I was riding home the other day and I swear I heard someone slur DO A SKID! at my from a pub. It was near Tower Bridge on Tuesday at about 10pm.

From memory you failed to oblige Mr Glover.

Nhatt cruising down Bishopsgate, followed by Rik fixing punctures on Commercial St, and then Fred on Commercial Road.

I was cabenger... Was advised in no uncertain terms by Fred that this behaviour was... a bit shit.

spotted at the motorexpo: Balki's chauffeur putting a deposit down on a new bentley.