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Had my first red mist in many years over something in hindsight was really nothing and feel like an arse.
Last night a guy very slowly is pulling out some distance in front of me from a side street. I have plenty of time to slow and stop and he's really no threat, but I notice he's looking entirely the wrong way the whole time, so as I approach him I give him an "oi!".
He gives me the finger in response, and drives off.
For some reason this gets me mad, and I U-turn and go after him, with thoughts of taking off his wing mirror. Instead I pull alongside him and shout, bizarrely, "don't be a double cunt!" and ride off.
I really have no idea what I was doing.
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Was in Osaka back in the summer. Hoped to see lots of sweet fixiebikes there, saw very few and those I did see were absolute horrors. Lots of stupid wheels like in the above photo, and I saw one guy on a wood effect frame. Also almost all with frame-too-big level low saddles.
Lots of very nice bikes in Track Supermarket though. But the prices, sheeeeeesh.
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On my way home last night I was passed by a guy going the opposite direction who's brerklerss fixehbeik had bars so wide I could see the guy was visibly uncomfortable trying to reach them. Things looked like they were about 1m wide. Just now, I saw a bike locked up outside my work with huge wide bars and a brake mounted about halfway along one side of the bars, clearly demonstrating the rider can't actually reach the full width.
Also, all the ones I see generally have no grips, tape or even bar ends so dread to think of the implications in a crash.
I can understand the purpose of big ol wide bars on the mini velodromes, but on the street? Some of these bars are wider than the length of the stick I use to shake at kids to get off my lawn. Pesky kids.
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Oh and I made a video for it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DX-Zs9plQPs&feature=youtu.be
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Milo Yianoppolous, or whatever his name actually is, is the biggest shitheel currently wriggling itself across God's fair earth. Even unconditional scumbags like Donald Trump himself are not nearly as brash and contemptible in their narcissistic wilful ignorance and deliberate dishonestly as this shitting little fuckend.
I honestly hope he dies by some form of crushingly humiliating self inflicted misadventure, rather than inevitably slaughtered by the kind of fascistic state he wishes to impose upon the rest of us.
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Countdown comes before red man. After 5s of red it's always green traffic. Or have I misunderstood you?
The pedestrian crossing on Oxford Street just opposite TCR tube station counts down to 0 then immediately the traffic lights turn green. This causes plenty of issues as the road is generally half full of pedestrians as soon as the lights turn green, and plenty of people - cyclists and drivers alike - all head forwards regardless.
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That is really sad, is there anything firm on why they are closing and why so suddenly, other than speculation?
Came a bit late to the party having started working around here only 18 months ago, but have seen so many small independent places closing down due to outrageous rent increases. Who is doing these rent increases, and is it the duke of westminster and can we march towards his castle with torches and pitchforks?
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Witnessed the second massive rideout near me this month.
Swerving around in traffic, blocking off major roads, making a shit load of noise, hurling threats and abuse at people ... but that was just the police's massive, massive overreaction to it both times.
These kids are a nuisance tbh, but the police treating it like it some kind of riot is fucking ridiculous. I'm sure its going a long way to further undermine police respect amongst potentially vulnerable teenagers.
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After an embarassing incident last night I documented elsewhere, I thought (fantasised) of an excellent way I would like to berate errant drivers in the future, which I will never do as it would be far too complicated.
I pull up in front of their car and pull out a large, hardback book with large, embossed text on the cover clearly titled "Book Of Cunts". For a few seconds I intensely flick through the pages with a determined expression until I find a page and change my expression to that of suprise. I then fix eye contact with the driver and turn the book around to reveal it's contents, a page containing in a very large font that fills up the entire page, the single word "YOU".
I then nod sagely, return the book to my bag and ride off.