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I went to Bespoke Cycling on Farringdon road after work, wanted to try on some Bont shoes. Friendly and knowledgable chap, but they wanted to take a £50 deposit to book an appointment to try on some shoes.
Hmmmm.

I unequivocally agree.

Driving lessons teach you to leave room and be considerate - I should know, I'm (re)learning right now. Problem is, as soon as anyone passes they immediately learn to drive like cunts. It's London's fault.

God knows. One of my neighbours has a big tom cat with big swinging balls too, and a big balled dog. Perfectly friendly people, but I guess of the type that doesn't see the need to neuter. My little guys don't take any bullshit though, and keep their garden safe.

I've an old school friend who refuses to accept that road tax isn't a thing, he just goes on and on about cyclists not having a right to be on the road.
He's written off three cars, had another two cars repossessed due to not paying the HPI, had a third party-insured superbike nicked off the street and been bailed out to the tune of many tens of thousands (maybe hundreds) by his wealthy mother for unpaid debts.
He's a financial advisor (who gets sacked a lot).

This is the sort of idiocy we're up against. The sort of idiot who against all evidence still believes they and their car is king of the road. And their drug and alcohol problems mean that they're one flick of the wrist away from being murderers.

I think next time I'm gonna just ask "why are you so angry?" and see what happens. And then ask if they've got a tiny penis when their incoherent rage babble spews forth.

75mm? That's a bit generous.

S'a nice house, that. Clearly being a rude cunt earns you lots of monies.

It's the equivalent of going to buy milk in your pyjamas.

Not sure Wiggo's after the money though, is he? And he'd be wanting to focus his training on Olympic distances soon enough too...
Which would be a shame, because a year of Dowsett - Wiggo ding dong over the hour would be great fun.

Magnets eh? How do they work?

I want to see one of them descending at 80kph and hitting a pothole. Not sure their car park test cuts it for me.

Here's mine, btw.

My sofa's got that sort of texture fabric on it, and one of the little bastards loves to claw it. Been a lot better since she's been allowed to discover the outside world though.

Hmm, yeah mine's kinda flashy rat I guess. Hideous yellow alu frame covered in crap stickers, stupid blue chain, horrible bar tape that looks like it's coming unravelled.

Does deliberately anti-ing your bike make it less stealable, do you reckon? I've made the decision that it does for my commuter.

105 ain't hhs

Ah, so that's why he's so angry.

Ask Burger Bear Tom on twitter, he's an SE15 chap.

Oh I saw my LBS tweeting about that. Not really on my route to anywhere but I'll pop down for a coffee at some point.

Haha, excellent idea.

Don't really think an angry twitter mob is going to make him rethink his attitude.

Both leather gimp and cyclist don't exactly come off well; incoherent rage shouting from both... obvs midlife leather crisis was in the wrong the whole way though.
Love the spit flicking prick having a go at the cyclist for what he's wearing though. I mean, come on. Pleather belly-tight jacket, shiny race wheels on a landrover? C'mon little rage man. Have some self-awareness.

There were a few headwindy days last week, which meant there were a fair few 'enthusiast' types who'd obviously been hanging on my wheel and then fancied themselves as stronger than me, overtook and promptly hit a wall of wind, causing me a fair bit of brake feathering and a wry chuckle as I went back in front. Ahh, summer excitement. I'd never wish for foul weather, but in some ways it makes life easier.
#humblebrag

Thought this was gonna be about nice places to take a bike for dinner and cocktails.

I am disappointed.

Nah, their homeware stuff is quite good. I've bought a few lamps and a desk off them. Bought the desk back when they were using HDNL though, and it the delivery was a right pain in the arse.