Photoshootin'

Jos
The thing nowadays is that if I ride into work in the morning or cruise home after I see all these new riders that want to get ‘ radical’ on there bicycle. Trying to race me and my fellow messengers and narrowly avoiding killing themselves every 100metres or so.

ha! Feels like I've been there... I remember feeling my macho competitive hormones boil up upon seeing you in front of me, then racing you, then losing.

You being let free on the streets without a disguise is kind of like having Michael Schumacher drive around in red convertible in a boy-racer suburb on a friday night. Your status of Alleycat Supremo is inevitably going to challenge testosteroned-up fakengers like me...

Seriously though, I do feel a responsibility for other cyclists when I ride a bit aggressively, and hopefully my excessive red light jumping hasn't pissed off too many pedestrians.

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