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Took the tube. N Line. Bagged an arse rest at one end. But at 5' 7" I'm just not engineered for getting my butt cheeks on the cushion. So I go one leg up on one butt cheek dangling a foot and the other foot on the floor which should look cool but feels fucking uncomfortable. So I try straightforward standing and nudge the thigh of a chick on an iPhone with my folded jacket. She shifts edgily away. I feel bad. Want to explain that it was my jacket and not my hand. All this time my freshly ironed shirt is turning to a dish rag. Jeans were a mistake. I know I will have to John Wayne walk at street level. I consider getting out at Old Street and walking to Bank. I'm late so stick it out and emerge gasping for air on Lombard Street, looking like I've been out all night on a bender. My meeting is cancelled. I'm cycling home. I'm fucking cycling home.
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I think we should be considering a dedicated lane for squirrels. A SSH - squirrel super highway. The frequency of these sad incidents is alarmingly high. Only recently I had to swerve around a grey chap who did that doubling back thing when I thought he was clear to go. I've done some research into a SSH and it's not straightforward. Apparently reds and greys must be kept apart - it all kicks off if they have to share.
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1) BN
2) IR
3) Doctor_Cake
4) Howard
5) Ramsaye
6) fasih
7) xkittyx
8) iorekah
9) Aroogah
10) spotter
11) Ricochet
12) jesm
13) yal
14) TomvanHalen
15) YAL
16) ninelives
17) Shoosh
18) 7Üp ?
19) mmccarthy
20) Dom ?
21) pops ?
22) branwen
23) dicki ?
24) stedlocks
25) Farcuss
26) Big_Poe
27) blowfish ?
28) malandro ?
29) HoKe ?
30) motter
31) Bullheart
32) pit
33) MetalMelly - date dependent -
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Last evening going west on London Wall through the Moorgate lights and towards a light controlled ped crossing on green and a mum (loose term in this instance) pushed her baby in the baby pushchair across the crossing with her lights on red. I hollered and threw out the anchors and stopped in time otherwise would have t-boned the buggy and the baby. Jeez - the abuse mum gave me. It was busy and I checked the lights thinking I've fucked up here but no - I'm on green and she's on red. Other peds just stared. Bizarre.
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Getting to London after DD.............
2013 - booked onto the bus/truck back to London but so early in at Dunwich that instead I rode to Darsham and got me and the bike on the next train thru the station.
2015 - booked on the Ipswich to London train- rode to Ipswich - no trains - lorry hit a bridge. Booked into the Station Hotel across the road. Had a loooong hot soak, ordered double cheeseburger and chips to my room, watched the Tour on the telly in the bar and quaffed a couple of ales and caught the 7pm train home that evening (bridge now OK).
2016 - booked nothing. Rode to Ipswich and was on the next train to London.
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Last year I cycled back to Ipswich and caught a train (nightmare if I recall) so this year the silly sod in me is telling me to carry on all the way home. So if anyone needs company and is happy to hear about my career in spreadsheet management and compliance technology and wants to attempt a return journey then let me know.
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Wife's bike - never used - SS
Commuter SS - used daily
Vintage Path Racer - bought here on the forum and much loved and used
Scott MTB 2008 - used to the limit and just rebirthed
Lapierre MTB with gizmos - almost never used but I make love to it
Cheap MTB found in the bushes outside my place and waiting to be tlc'd.
A BMW K1200 RS SE not started/ridden for a year - wasted.