Spotted...

Sounds like a must visit..

you like real beer though?

Why should he be having to check behind himself to see if anyone is right up his arse?
Brakes don't stop instantly, so surely you were too close to him and should have been paying more attention to what HE was doing?

hmm yea perhaps i was confused wat he was doing cause he seemed confused, probs looking around to see where his nxt stop was, and then by that time i was too slow to stop, my badddddd

you like real beer though?

I was being sarky. Don't even know where it is.

I've got 4 x £1 discount vouchers for Guinness 4-packs. But I have a fridge of Belgian brews too. Actually, I'm in the office still and only have shitty lager cans of some sort.

What to do.. what to do..

Multi Grooves this evening on Jamaica Rd. By the time I figured out who you were you went to warp speed round the Rotherhithe Tunnel roundabout.

Who owns the colourful flat-bared Kenevans locked in EC2 right now? Consider your bike spotted.

cauffafle(dunno how to spell that)

kerfuffle?

cowfalaffel?

Mmm.. kebab

the foundry has to be one of the shittest pubs in london. i'm surprised that those owning a bike would choose to cycle there for a beer.

more people should start riding down to the admiral duncan

I spotted that bike on friday, with the owner, in the underground carpark at natmags, soho... a tall girl, i was surprised to see that bike with a woman owner, mainly because i'm an unreconstructed sexist, and also because it's a higher saddle than mine and i'm 6ft as near as damn it (i contest the last measurement by that midget nurse in Clapton, and anyway, wooden wall-mounted rulers are unreliable, no, they surely warp and stertch on hot July days, no?) and was expecting the owner to be a lanky courier type, and when i said: 'is that your bike?', meaning to pay her a compliment, or have a bit of human contact, a brief respite from the crushing soul-negating tedium of my quotidian so-called existance, she snapped, with a wince on her face: 'yeah, but please don't knick it, i haven't got a lock'. I didn't know what to think. I felt like breaking into song in front of her. Maybe 'Would i Lie to You' by Charles and Eddie, or 'I would do anything for love' by Meatloaf. but i didn't, instead i just said nothing as she walked away, out of my life, forever, leaving me feeling bad about myself for the rest of that, already arse-shaped day instead, and she probably trudged back to her desk, kacking herself thinking i was gonna knick her bike. I don't really like it that much anyway, although the colour scheme grows on you. So yeah, spotted, too. ps i've got a soma everwear tyre if anyone wants it, never used, although it bears the scars of a bitter fight to get it on an araya 400x rim (never the twain...)

lovely monologue dude.

tall girl eh?

I like the taller lady.

could have told you it was girl's bike, love heart spokey dokeys, pink bits on grips..
but quality parts. she's a courier?

could have told you it was girl's bike, love heart spokey dokeys, pink bits on grips..
but quality parts. she's a courier?

You've not seen my new bike have you HAHAHA

cunt.

anyway, this arvo I threw the devil horns to a chris crash alike down camberwell new road, just before I hit the massive roadblock in peckham. wtf happenned there, a massacre?

maybe it was actually chris, I can't remember it was all a blur

on my way from the bike show to the marvels of new cross

RPM was that you I spotted yesterday on Camberwell New Road, at the Kennington park end?

Wasn't Mr. Crash it was in fact ..... me! Lanky, skinny, bespectacled, courier bag, I guess there are a few similarities?!

....i was serious about the soma tyre, if anyone wants it, i'm not gonna bother haggling for a squid here, a dollar there, it's free, and it's brand new condition, perfectly good, it just wasn't a match for my rim. if you can pick it up tomorrow from notting hill, you can have it, or in the week, whatever, wrong thread i know, but this computer cafe pc is soooo slow, it's like turning an ocean liner. ps anyone have a room going spare for 37 year old, lost, emotionally needy, but quiet and clean. pps, the tyre's not linked to the room quandry. Not that i know of anyway.

Wasn't Mr. Crash it was in fact ..... me! Lanky, skinny, bespectacled, courier bag, I guess there are a few similarities?!

yep, specs and lankyness!

although he would have probably sworn at me. anyways, consider yourself spotted!

what *was *all that about with the police road block further up?

No idea, I turned left out my door and started pedaling! Unobservant boy! Haven't heard anything out of the ordinary, I know that the police went through a period of setting up road blocks in Peckham. It seemed like they were profiling people as they were only pulling young, black males. :s

Spotted just now in deepest Essex - a bunch of blokes on some fine-looking machines: on their way to Southend maybe (they couldn't be from these parts, surely...?)

Blue Peugeot conversion girl on Holland Park Avenue (yes, that one)... Pedals but no clips and straps?!?

Good to see you too GA2G, bit of an effort getting those wheels home, but would have been impossible with out that inner tube! Next time I'm in London a bit longer I'll be sure to come along for drinks. Cheers

Forgot to mention the large orange bike with an equally large owner today at Borough market, gave you a bit of a curios head nod thing. My way of saying hi, was allowed to go over because my girlfriend accused me of flirting!

A dude riding a gleaming lo pro round Victoria Park earlier today - I'm about 300% convinced that it was new, based on the ridiculous grin he had on his face. We exchanged waves.

was it a silver frame with orange deep v?

I think so. Me and Robobfoxx were pottering around the park and he came spinning past.

Dude was stoked though

had a brief chat with him 2 days ago after he did 3 laps, the guy couldn't breathe properly... think it was a silver or chrome vitus frame

Hipsters - dozens of them.

Just been to Brick Lane Bikes. Walking up Brick Lane, which, in my day was the preserve of the Bengali community (and the odd piece of Nazi scum who would try and cause trouble at weekends) I was met with wall to wall hipsters, many with genuine American accents. It seems today that skinny jeans and fixies are mandatory in that area and where were once curry houses, now stand trendy bars and clothes shops. I felt quite out of place in my suit. Then again, when you buy a suit bespoke, they teach you how to walk as though you own the whole world and so I did.

What's the world coming to when hipsters with foreign accents are driving out good British Nazis?