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Use your fucking brakes
Gear ratio makes a difference but there is a skill to learn, foot retention is merely a tool
If you cannot stop you are a danger to others (of serious concern) and yourself though if you are that selfish/ retarded I don't care if you are removed from the gene pool.
Fucking read
I had already said that gear ratio makes a difference but the skill needs to be learned.
Lower gearing and use a brake or expect no sympathy.
People with a brain learn to skid whilst still having a brake. Most intelligent people still keep a brake.
You sound like a dangerous idiot novice.
Do you know what you sound like right now?
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It's pretty much the same as, why do women put themselves through pain wearing shoes that will mash up their feet. By trying to be a Hipster cyclist, you're doing the same thing.
Conclusion, pain = look good.
Bollocks. I ride chopped risers because they're the best thing for zipping between cars in the city. It's totally comfortable, and the fact that it makes my shoulders look broader and more manly is a happy side effect, and actually can be quite useful when bellowing at pedestrians.
Sure, you lose a little in the way of climbing/sprinting power, but TILMF. It's not like we have real long stretches to blast down on the average commute. Fuck it, eh, let other people ride what they want.
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Thanks to the retro roadie who asked me if I was OK after some fat banker stepped into the road on Bishopsgate this morning. Cue a graceless brakescramble followed by an unscathed banker walking obliviously away from a swearing heavily tattooed bike rider laying down, still strapped into the pedals, on the floor.
I tried to catch the fucker up for some creative swearing but fat bankers in cheap grey suits are ten a penny in Bishopsgate, it could've been anyone.
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100% perfect nodder spot this morning - pedalling hard on a squeaky old mountain bike, fluoro vest and £5 helmet, running a (very) red light on the Euston Road that I stopped at. I thought, "you're brave" and sure enough, two seconds later in the middle of the box junction he had a motorbike and a van screaming past either side of him, merrily honking their horns. Pretty sure he shat himself.
I'm sure I saw this fucker coming down Dalston Kingsland road this morning. I cringed every time he jumped a red without looking. And fuck, I'll jump a red or two, but not Dalston Junction at rush hour at 15mph with ratty brakes. Jesus.
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Family of cunts in a smashed up red Jazz on outside Dalston Kingsland station in that weird chicane bit. Lovely touch, the driver made eye contact with me before promptly overtaking me on a corner, and happily pushing me into the curb before attempting to make a quick getaway.
In Dalston.
I caught up with 'em on Kingsland Road and the whole family were looking in every direction but mine. I swear they'd have been whistling if whistling wasn't the invention of the devil.
Interesting point of view from a roadie though, that the near crash wasn't really the drivers' fault because he wasn't paying attention. Interesting to know how that'd stand up in court.
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http://wiki.bmezine.com/index.php/Scalpelled_Labret
Ill try and get my mate to. If the piercer doesn't mind.
Why aren't you just stretching it? I got mine to 6mm in a year with electrical tape.
EDIT - and it's now stretched back down to nothing. That won't happen if you scalpel it.
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Lol is that a joke