Spotted...

The amount of people who just sailed past us, really fast rush rush home home me me me it's all about me, without even glancing at us, or offering help or anything. A lot of them would have been carrying more suitable stuff than we had, as the courier and I had skinny 700s (and he had no spare tube) but the commuter was using fat 26s, so we could have done with a fat schrader spare. I even asked someone who was riding past, who said, 'yeah I've got a spare, but I might need it up the road'.

I was struck by the selfishness of a lot of commuters on bikes. Maybe that's the link I'm trying to allude to.

It's something we hear a lot about people taking up cycling now. I think some of the general attitudes of some of London's population are just much more apparent that way. That said, at least some of those who were going past would have been thinking that she'd already found help and offering theirs might have been intrusive.

Ha! Your MG looks shit, I remembered them as being a bit classy.

and your son is quicker than you.

Spotted furious tiles in Brighton on Sunday morning. Lovely surprise to see you!

Ha! Your MG looks shit, I remembered them as being a bit classy.

and your son is quicker than you.

BRM 1-0 Skully

Skully: let me see if I've got this right.
You see someone that you describe as a 'poof' helping out another cyclist. Rather than just go on your way you decide to have "some fun". Not for the first time your idea of fun turns out to involve being gratuitously offensive and violent. Seeing that the cyclist has a flat tyre you take out your track pump and start waving it about like Michael Heseltine brandishing the mace, all the while laughing and making pssssssssssssss noises. Very mature, I must say. Then when the good Samaritan suggests that, rather than acting the giddy goat, you might actually help you reach in to your bag, take out a jar of pickled herrings and empty the contents over the poor man's head.
Finally, and God only knows what was going through your mind at this point, you tell the lady cyclist that your house is just down the road and maybe she would like to come upstairs and look at your Hetchins. Being, not surprisingly, rebuffed your final flourish is to push the now fish-stinking and half-blinded man in to the path of an oncoming Boris bike.
Why exactly is it that you have the need to boast about these incidents? Is rep really so important to you? Perhaps Skully (if that is your real name) it is time you simply grew up.

The gentlemanly Fred on Clerkenwell/Old str 10 mins ago. Love that nod of recognition thing!

Oh, and got dominated by a guy on a brompton. Cudos to you sir! You did a good job thrashing me and a all carbon thingy who was for a change the real deal.

Max, strand, 30 seconds ago.

Me? Hello!

is there any other max?

Almost bike free on the super smurf way this morning - amazing what a bit of rain does.

Though I did see one guy using sandwich bags as overshoes. Nice touch.

BRM 1-0 Skully

Ha!

It's now BRM 2-0 Skully, as I whipped him over Drakefell Rd on the way home last night.

Nice ride home, though.

:)

I got a look from a girl this morning cause i was in a t-shirt while she was in a poncho and a helmet cover and waterproof overalls... Its like they treat this rain as a torrential downpour. Made me lol!
As long as its cold, its fun riding as normal (except for my wet dirty bum skid mark due to rear tyre kick up)

Skully: let me see if I've got this right.
You see someone that you describe as a 'poof' helping out another cyclist. Rather than just go on your way you decide to have "some fun". Not for the first time your idea of fun turns out to involve being gratuitously offensive and violent. Seeing that the cyclist has a flat tyre you take out your track pump and start waving it about like Michael Heseltine brandishing the mace, all the while laughing and making pssssssssssssss noises. Very mature, I must say. Then when the good Samaritan suggests that, rather than acting the giddy goat, you might actually help you reach in to your bag, take out a jar of pickled herrings and empty the contents over the poor man's head.
Finally, and God only knows what was going through your mind at this point, you tell the lady cyclist that your house is just down the road and maybe she would like to come upstairs and look at your Hetchins. Being, not surprisingly, rebuffed your final flourish is to push the now fish-stinking and half-blinded man in to the path of an oncoming Boris bike.
Why exactly is it that you have the need to boast about these incidents? Is rep really so important to you? Perhaps Skully (if that is your real name) it is time you simply grew up.

Did anyone set up a poll for that Grumpiest Bastard thread!?

Lol, yeah that will have been me ;-)

OldSkoolRacer I reckon, if he was trying to set speed cameras off, its def him.

Wools & co in LMNH, watching A boy, a girl and a bike. What a classic. See you up the hill tonight, are you going to bring your new baby?

no lfgss spots today, but I did see a guy on a hybrid nodding so hard that he snapped the seatpost and his saddle fell in the road

Hahaha! WAC!

bloke on a blue charge plug: pink saddle, orange rear rim w/ blue tyre, yellow front rim and yellow tyre. Interesting combo spotted on Brixton road this am...will anyone own up?

no lfgss spots today, but I did see a guy on a hybrid nodding so hard that he snapped the seatpost and his saddle fell in the road

Brilliant!

LFGSS cap on Barnsbury this morning, fast off the lights and darted down the road after Chapel Market before I could see if it was anyone I knew.

And Braker heading away from Buck House. Didn't Lizzie let you stay for breakfast? Or did she have to put you on your bike before Phil got back from walking the Corgies.

Ouch!^^

@ will
Ouch!

@BRM
Ouch!

Brilliant!

Not as brilliant as the look on the guys face. I might have been more sympathetic had he not just cut across my front wheel and sprayed ditch water at me from his back wheel while he humped out 15mph with full use of his upper body. The seatpost made an cool metallic exploding noise when it went, so really the most amazing part was that he kept nodding away for another 50 metres before he even looked back and saw his saddle lying upside down on the road (who knows what he was sitting on for those 50 m, the jagged wreckage of his seatpost I guess. Nodders know no pain).

LFGSS cap on Barnsbury this morning, fast off the lights and darted down the road after Chapel Market before I could see if it was anyone I knew.

Ah that'll be me - black shitheap bike and Chrome bag yes? My first spot #chuffed

Did anyone set up a poll for that Grumpiest Bastard thread!?

Shoot, I forgot to tell Guapo to do that!

joe smith just now on Railton Road... I think I'm beginning to like the rain, made for an exhilarating ride back to SW2...