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Just got into work... still... out.... of.... breath....
My CLOSE CALL today is:
10 mins ago, on pretty empty road a taxi, coming towards me and signaling to turn right does so right in front of me.
I grab both anchors (as does he), skid sideways and come to a stop with my right knee resting on his passenger side door.
"You wanna look where you're goin'" he yells as he speeds off.
I'm trying to get my camera phone out of my back pocket to take his pic when he screeches to a halt ... so naturally I take off after him (dunno why, but I was still seething) only to see a nice friendly policeman standing in front of the cab with his hand up "STOP"...
Made my day.... still shaking tho'
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Saturday mornings I organise a coffee ride for people who want to start, get back into, or just cycle. We have a few kids and teens as well.
A demure late 40s lady who bought a bike 3 years ago but didn't have the confidence to ride it on the road came along after about 6 months of badgering by me.
At the start of the ride she would stop as EVERY car passed. Lucky it was a quiet road. Saw her a few minutes later chatting to a couple of other cyclists like she been cycling all her life.
In the coffee shop after the ride she grabbed me by both arms and said " That was fuckin' fantastic... I feel like I'm 9 years old again. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Made my day... :D
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Saturday mornings I organise a coffee ride for people who want to start, get back into, or just cycle. We have a few kids and teens as well.
A demure late 40 lady who bought a bike 3 years ago but didn't have the confidence to ride it on the road came along after about 6 months of badgering by me.
At the start of the ride she would stop as EVERY car passed. Lucky it was a quiet road.
In the coffee shop afterwards she grabbed me and said " That was fuckin' fantastic... I feel like I'm 9 years old again".
Made my day... :D
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Bye my bike, Perfect : ) http://www.londonfgss.com/thread17621.html
Nice... Paddy (nearly) green too. but it's a bit big for her (5ft nuttin'). plus shipping to me would probably cost more than the bike.
And she has the same birthday as me. So ment to be.
Happy Birthday for the 17th... x
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My wife never had a bike as a kid but I bought her a commuter and taught her to ride a couple of years ago. She now on her 4th bike having gone through (upgraded not worn out) a fitness hybrid thingy that I cobbled together and put drop bars on, a mid range roady and she now rides a pro level road bike, clipless...
A n y w a y . . .
Recently she's been asking about FGSS and I said I could glean parts from ebay and such and build her one. Her bithday in on St Paddy's and I though I'd compile a catalogue of Girly FGSS bikes as a style guide for me to start collecting parts
Before I get told to "search!!!!". I've already done that and have a few good samples... but I could really do with your collective eyes, knowledge and expertise.
Post pics and links and I'll post a pic of the bike when it gets built.
The only proviso... it need to be a flat bar.
Cheers Guys n Gurls
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My co-workers hate me. I'm bouncing off the walls by the time they get to work.
I leave early to avoid the rush and then sit at the coffee shop below the office have a couple of double espressos (the only time I drink coffee) for brekkie, answer emails, check bike stuff on ebay (you find bargains early in the morning) and surf the forums.
When I get to the office I'm firing on all cylinders.
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I was stopped regularly in my yuff. There were a lot of parking meters "screwed" in my area and the bill used to stop any group of likely lads and ask them to turn out their pockets... If they were full of coins there's a good chance you end up in Rochester Row nick.
Anyway... one of my mates, who was a bit of a cheek sod, over emphasised the CONT in contsable and earned himself a hard punch in the stomach... he was asthmatic and the wallop set of a major attack... and we had to call an ambulance.
A couple of weeks later I was interviewed at Cannon Row and it turns out the the puncher was booted out of the force and his mate transfered to Thames Valley (not a step up from the Met apparently).
Ran into Thames Valley cop about a year later when a group of us were stopped outside a pub in Oxford... "don't I know you from somewhere, matey?" ... scared the shyte out of me... but he couldn't place me.. phew!
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Was taking down his details as I left... I gave him my contacts... but, I don't expect anything to happen.