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Having an Americanised accent puts you at a distinct disadvantage when dealing with Po', even though they asked what country I was from, I guess being Canadian isn't as important as I had previously thought.
Or perhaps they didn't hear me, because the refused to acknowledge my proper citizenship.
"Two things can happen when you go through a red light. You either get a thirty pound fine. Or you wake in the hospital and your legs are still stuck under some bus..."
Wow?
Also, "I don't know how they do things in America, but you won't find me going over there and breaking their laws..."
Here, red means stop. Green means proceed, carefully..."
Fair enough. And, "Thanks for showing some fucking respect to my country (said rather sardonically)..." before squealing away (in a Toyota Hybrid).
No fine, which was kind o them. This was on High Street Ken, and the best part was - due to traffic - getting to ride beside these two very patriotic specimens all the way up to Hyde Park, hitting every red light along the way, waiting patiently and smiling.
But I agree with MrSmyth, I don't understand why I'm in such a rush during my daily commute. It's just the fixed gear ethos, putting thunder into the pedals until nicotine addled lungs breath like a burlap sacks of smouldering coals and battery acid pools and festers in my kneecaps. There's no room for red lights in that equation.
Until the coppers gave me a stern chinwag, that is. There's a certain quiet respect, that unparalleled comfort in submission, while queuing up in a ragtag pelaton of neon and lycra, waiting to see yellow, so I can proceed carefully - you can almost hear it lilting along the air. I want to be one of them. Geared up the fuck to oblivion, knees shot out at 90 degree angles, too enamoured with chirping birds and mischievous squirrels to keep my eyes on the pavement. God help us if the smoggy sky happens to be shimmering blue, like smudged emeralds. Like it is right now, why the fuck am I inside writing this codswallop - goodbye.
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Looking to unload my beloved SLR. I'm being kicked out of the UK and need some money.
It's a Canon Digital Rebel XT, sort of an entry model and would be perfect for those unlearned in the ways of shutter speeds, ISOs and f-stops, or for those looking to take pretty field-of-depth type photos of their forks and frames and things.
It's an excellent camera, comes with a standard lens + tinted lens filter, 1GB card and I can throw in my honking Canon flash if you're interested.
This model is probably the most compact SLR you'll find, feels nice in the hand - good weight, great for traveling, and best of all, makes you a pretty damned good photographer without much prior knowledge - plus it's a great way to learn more advanced skills. I'm pretty sure I've got a little camera bag for it too, I'll look around. Oh, and it's black.
250 obo.
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My girlfriend RainbowsGlitterKittens!! has a nice little 48cm Edwardes frame for sale, send her a PM.
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Won this yesterday for the GF, can't help but feel like we overpaid, but should be a good conversion project. Anyone had any history with a Raleigh Arena?
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Any Tranmere fans about? You can buy them on eBay.
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Turning the frightening quarter-century in a few weeks, and as life gets toned down, so to must the bike. Orange Seventies pedals, with holes drilled for clips/straps. Plus, some Christophe straps, orange, or yellow (never used).
Pedals - fiver
Pair of straps - fiver (or so)
All - tenner(sorry for the shite pic, can't be arsed to drag out the SLR for some petty change)
edit - trades very welcome
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that's mighty kind of you mate, is it otherwise plain white or the checkered one?
got a few pieces i might be able to part trade if interested - http://www.londonfgss.com/thread26359.html
checkered, it's yours if you would like it, free of charge/pay it forward!
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These are actually pretty cracking, despite the fact they look like indoor football shoes (and have Lance's tiresome Livestrong brand plastered on the tongue, swoosh etc.).
By day:

By night (with help from headlights)

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I spotted no-one this morning. I seldom do, but today with the rain even the nodders vanished. I think I only clocked a handful of nodders on the entire commute. West London Fail! So many fair-weather cyclists.
It was particurlarly lonely this morning, although I spotted an OTP Fuji almost completely covered in stickers on Bishopsgate. However, I rolled into the office soaking, sopping and smiling. But, someone, please fill me in, what's a nodder?
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a few recent Lomo shots from the DD/my birthday/other random stuff.

These are boss. What kind of Lomo are you running? I picked up a Diana F+ last month, and well, after the first practice roll came out rubbish, I haven't been able to afford to develop the last three. 120 film? Know a good place to get them developed? I went to Snappy Snaps, and was amazed at the utter shite quality I got for such a high price. Advice plz.
I'm pretty sure I saw this bike being carried out of BLB last week, and my knees nearly gave way, nice build.