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Thanks for everyone for making it happen. I regret my red bull intake.
Some more photos.
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Just passed nasty scene (11-8-08) on the cycle path through Camden (Royal College Street). Nice black condor with white seat crushed under a black car at the junction, looks like it turned across his path. Poor guy laid out with a breathing thing; police and ambulance crews all around.
It's a terribly-planned cycle path.
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three minutes, according to bike radar. They didn't test freight trains, though.
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"Blue has been around for well over ten years now. When he started his nickname made sense to everyone. Nowadays it doesn't need to make sense. After all, names rarely do. It could only be assumed that blue was the colour of his bike. That's how the guys identify each other. If you ask anyone where "Nick" or "Bill" is, you will always be faced with the question "What bike does he ride?" But now Blue's bike is an old green and white Puch track bike. No brakes, of course. His name hasn't changed though. "Hey Green and White!" wouldn't have the same ring. And besides, there's already someone else called 'Puch'"
If you can cope with this being reverse imprinted on your arse, then you, too, can be condorman...
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Ok, Bad Polo and Team Trouble posted, tears and all. Zombies and French Fuckers wait your turn.