Spotted...

i'm always so late with posting spotteds.
oh well, on sunday going towards london bridge station from deptford area i shouted something to a guy on a brakeless(?) blue bike with bullhorns.
i think he did something back?

ooeer missus ...

Yesterday evening around 6:10 I was cycling off to the football on my hack bike with my Lycra covered by jeans and a sweatshirt (for some reason Lycra does not feel appropriate for football). I was on Farringdon Road, stopped at the traffic lights where the Hipster Highway intercepts it when all of a sudden I saw London's most famous (now that Will and Nhatt have retired) courier, Maxwell Crowe darting across. Still unable to believe my luck at such an auspicious spotting a looked up again and saw, just a few riders behind, the incredible Digger riding in the same easterly direction. I was too awestruck to shout a "hello". A good omen nonetheless. Chelsea won.

VeeVee, so sorry, don't usually do that, I was running really late.

Corny yesterday, whilst I was acting as his Travel PA. Have fun fella.... and then Mashton riding regally through the crack dealers, police and pimps in Brixton last night.

Piers Morgan in my reception droning on about his fucking ratings... I want to slap the cunt until he cries for his mummy

Dude commuting through city on a felt b16 making my choice of commuting vehicle look distinctly reasonable.

B lah, blah, blah, Mashton riding regally through the crack dealers, police and pimps in Brixton last night.

I love you, Brixton... Please don't change... Too much... sheds tear

Dude commuting through city on a felt b16 making my choice of commuting vehicle look distinctly reasonable.

Laws of commuting, no.272 - there's always someone with a more expensive and less sensible bike than yours. (Even if they are just off for a training ride after work.)

This morning I learned that there are still people commuting in polo shirts and little skinny jorts with their arse-cracks hanging out. Brrr.

Yesterday evening around 6:10 I was cycling off to the football on my hack bike with my Lycra covered by jeans and a sweatshirt (for some reason Lycra does not feel appropriate for football). I was on Farringdon Road, stopped at the traffic lights where the Hipster Highway intercepts it when all of a sudden I saw London's most famous (now that Will and Nhatt have retired) courier, Maxwell Crowe darting across. Still unable to believe my luck at such an auspicious spotting a looked up again and saw, just a few riders behind, the incredible Digger riding in the same easterly direction. I was too awestruck to shout a "hello". A good omen nonetheless. Chelsea won.

Did Max cross your path from left to right or right to left? My guess is from right to left, or Chelsea would never have won. These details are important.

He was travelleing as the crowe flies.

At maximum velocity.

I love you, Brixton... Please don't change... Too much... sheds tear

Says the man who cannot wait to get out of South London and to Australia ;o)

to be fair, you dont get southser than that.

Says the man who cannot wait to get out of South London and to Australia ;o)

Someone's gotta replace the 'awesome' that Australia lost when I left.. he's the right man for the job, methinks.

Joe will be pleased to know that the MASH riding, full crash helmet & goggle wearing dude was out today. In tights. For once I can repeat the RPM mantra and confirm that his saddle is, in fact, too high.

You indicated this correctly by spelling it 'in to'.

#waitsforcontroversytoerupt

;)

I *did *realise this.
But the hilarious, comedic moment could not be past up.

(sets trap and waits with baited breath)

As I was shedding a cold induced tear this glorious morning, I saw Dublin Kevin at St Mathews church... he was banging on about how cold it was. And he calls himself Irish.

brixton traffic is fucked.

I *did *realise this.
But the hilarious, comedic moment could not be past up.

(sets trap and waits with baited breath)

Two traps! You're trying to bait me, but you won't get that past me. ;)

Yesterday evening around 6:10 I was cycling off to the football on my hack bike with my Lycra covered by jeans and a sweatshirt (for some reason Lycra does not feel appropriate for football). I was on Farringdon Road, stopped at the traffic lights where the Hipster Highway intercepts it when all of a sudden I saw London's most famous (now that Will and Nhatt have retired) courier, Maxwell Crowe darting across. Still unable to believe my luck at such an auspicious spotting a looked up again and saw, just a few riders behind, the incredible Digger riding in the same easterly direction. I was too awestruck to shout a "hello". A good omen nonetheless. Chelsea won.

This is so lovely it seems churlish to say it wasn't me, at 18.10 hours yesterday I was doctoring bikes on Kennington triangle.

Digger, you have a doppleganger out there ;o)

Or maybe it was Max' Guardian Angel.

brixton traffic is fucked.

Easily avoided if you know your way around...

Easily avoided if you know your way around...

Walking on the pavements?

Me, on a bike with a slightly buckled rear wheel, this morning, loving it!