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I swear not a single bike had lights on my way home.

beautiful, glws

Delightful couple of days, I've been very impressed by loads of really considerate, alert driving, long may it continue. Nice raspy chest cough from dat biting cold tho.

called a pick up truck driver a "fucking dopey cunt" on the way home last night.

Travelling east on Hackney road, I spotted him ahead of me, stationary in the middle of the road, as I'm in the bus lane coming up behind him. He waits until I'm about 5m behind him to swerve left into the bus lane (without indicating obvs) before peeling off back to his own lane. Had I not been anticipating something weird I'd have smashed into the back of him. Caught up with him at a red light on Mare street, he just looks dead ahead pretending I'm not there when I asked him what he's up to. Terrifying.

That's incredible, scumbags. Fingers crossed.

Lovely amble into work, just about made it in before it started tipping down, only had to call one bloke in a van a wanker and that was being pedantic, almost certain he didn't hear me so hopefully it didn't ruin his day either. Got undertaken by a cyclist while I was waiting behind a lorry indicating left, cyclist then obviously did the same to the lorry, poor trucker was not happy, I tried to convey "sorry on his behalf, we're not all like that" with a facial gesture but not sure it worked - 8/10

Lovely amble into work, just about made it in before it started tipping down, only had to call one bloke in a van a wanker and that was being pedantic, almost certain he didn't hear me so hopefully it didn't ruin his day either. Got undertaken by a cyclist while I was waiting behind a lorry indicating left, cyclist then obviously did the same to the lorry, poor trucker was not happy, I tried to convey "sorry on his behalf, we're not all like that" with a facial gesture but not sure it worked - 8/10

Wrong thread lol

not sure about a helmet but I really fancy a healthy drink

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Loads of fun this weekend.

1. Most idiotic fall of my life. Sat up for maybe three seconds to stretch my back out a bit, no hands like the coolest 13 year old you've ever seen. Strong gust of wind takes front wheel and over we go. Earned me my first ever jeans with genuine knee tear rather than having to buy them with the knee already torn like I usually do so not all doom and gloom. This was crossing the bridge next to the swimming pool at Olympic park but early enough that nobody saw me. I then go to lock my bike up at westfields and obviously my lock has seized up and won't budge. myfacewhen.jpg

2. Just after this fall. Cycling down Victoria Park Lane, single lane, one way. I'm in the middle because there's no space to overtake and cars are not shy with their speed on that road. I hear a "Yo!" from behind me from some pro cyclist without a bell. He comes up next to me and goes "dya wanna pick a lane or what mate?" I managed to restrain my seethe and just raised an eyebrow and gave him the wankiest "Oh, you in a hurry maaaate?" I could manage. He puts on his jets and manages to stay 10 metres ahead of me before shooting through the very red light once we got to the junction at Mare street.

3. I exit a roundabout and start indicating right to move over then turn. I hear a massive rev as a bloke decides my indicating means this is the best time to overtake me, I shout "wtf are you doing?", he overtakes then gives me a flash of his right indicator.

These three happened within 30 mins of each other so perhaps I am the problem.

Innocent bystander in the final story. Crossing over Hackney road from Columbia road today (just the four hours spent at boxpark while the gf tries on everything in a 3x10M shipping crate) There's a crossing which has a ped crossing and a bike crossing next to it. A girl on her bike on the opposite side waiting for the green man. On my side (in the bike lane) is a couple with a dog. Anticipating the couple being in the way, the girl decides the best way to explain that they're in the bike lane is to shout at them from over the road "I'M COMING STRAIGHT THROUGH THERE". Couple look at each other with confused expressions, green man & bike come on, cyclist does as promised, they jump out of her way, bloke starts shouting at her and calls her a dumb bitch. She stops and is screaming "come back here, excuse me I am a cyclist" If I had to guess I would say she has a personality disorder of some degree. Doing wonders for cyclist PR.

Roll on Monday morning.

Reported for isms

that's entirely fair

For not being far forward enough at a red light, end of Hackney road, crossing Shoreditch High Street on the way to Old Street... had my front tyre on the line, taxi to my right. Fat middle aged Scotch wanker comes up behind me, mounts the kerb to my left, stops next to me and goes "you're not supposed to stop there, move up" shaking his head at me. He then goes past the pedestrian crossing bit, up to the very corner onto the high street, so far forward that he can't see the light change green and holds up everybody behind him. I was too baffled to react beyond making a puzzled face, probably for the best.

Even though it was nothing, it's been boiling my piss all day. I'm quite new to London (and even newer to cycling in London) so it was just a new experience of a particular type of wanker for me. I'm sure I'll get used to it. So far cross words have been exchanged with perhaps 5 cyclists and one lorry driver.

While I'm at it, what's the consensus on here re running red lights? If I were unfamiliar with the rules surrounding them I would assume they were optional for cyclists.

It wasn't like this back in Norwich.

Ever have it where you get told off on your way to work, and even though you know you were right, they're a wanker and their opinion doesn't matter, it still eats at your heart for the rest of the day?

Gorgeous bike arrived extremely well packaged and delivered very quickly, thanks so much.

Hi all,

Longshot, I know, but just in case anybody spots it while out and about:

Kennedy City 2 speed city bike, large frame (59cm iirc) with brown leather wraps and saddle, drop down handlebars.

Stolen (along with a number of my neighbours' bikes) from outside my flat just off Victoria Park.

I'm mattired@gmail.com if anybody spots it.

Thanks very much, all the best.