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I've got a sweaty helmet, should I clean it ? People at work are starting to notice the smell

I got a new liner for the inside of mine the other day, it's like a new helmet, maybe you should treat yourself (and your work colleagues) to one.

I like my helmet. It's the same shape and colour as a giant garden pea.

I was having a pleasant evening at my friends house last night, a few beers, roast chicken, some chianti. Come 10:30 my wife was tired and pissed so couldn't be arsed to get the bus and tube home.
"I'll use my Addy Lee app" she said.
I started regurgitating the usual objections about this most divisive cab company.
In the end, she won out as I did have to concede they do always smell nice.

Anyway, cab came, we got in and set off. TalkSport on the radio, standard. I think cabbies like to get riled up, perhaps it keeps them alert in the small hours. But this time the topic for discussion was the Addy Lee driver who kicked out the gay couple.

I sat there in disbelief, it was pretty loud, they were going into a lot of detail and the obnoxious presenter was being a contrary dick. It was all bit uncomfortable.

The driver didn't seem to give a toss, not a word from him.

It was all very odd.

Seen a lot of police cyclists (is there a more pithy term?) about in the last few days.
Saw them this morning chatting to a guy they pulled over on Clerkenwell Rd, prob a RLJ-er.

I would like to call out the stiff westerly wind this morning.
I felt like Dolph Lundgren on that treadmill in Rocky 4 http://youtu.be/1SUzcDUERLo?t=3m11s

Nothing underneath some of the jogging-lycra (as opposed to cycling lycra which is I think thicker) would undoubtebly lead to worse driving and more heart attacks.

What do you do in these situations? I always wonder whether I should let the lady in quesion know or not...

That would be a tough conversation to start without it ending in a kick to the bottom bracket :(

Many people seem to fall foul of the transparent lycra trap.
Though a cheeky thong can make the drag up Camden High Street a more interesting one.

(at least that's what I hope the people following me think)

I blame the clement weather, we need a good 4-5 months of sustained rain and sub 5 degree weather. That'll show em... oh wait...

I find those huge groups of cyclists in the rush hour more frustrating and more unpredictable than cars/busses.

Coming through Old Street/Clerkenwell it's a bloody mess. Like ants crawling all over each other, if you're foolish enough to be 40cm from the curb you are undertaken by a constant stream of haircuts.

They gave me HARIBO

http://road.cc/content/blog/88587-guest-blog-bus-lane-rules-and-death-holborn-andy-waterman

Cheers for that, interesting.

I have only been doing the route along Old St/Clerkenwell Rd/Theobalds Rd for a week, there is a bus lane at the bottom of Theobalds Road that continues straight onto Bloomsbury Way.

I had always ploughed on down here following others, but this morning a whole bunch of police were there, pulling bikes over to point out it's for busses only and a dangerous route for cycling.

He mentioned a £30 fine, but gave the standard 'let you off with a warning' speech.

As I set off in the direction that I should have been following down Procter Street and across Holborn crossroads I realised, that this was the bit where that poor guy was killed by a lorry two weeks ago. TBH I think I'd rather my chances in the bus lane, horrible junction, no wonder so many people take that route.

(For the record the police man was very nice and reasonable)

Hummm a forumengererer?
A guy trying to sell "The worst bicycle in the world..."

http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/The-worst-bicycle-in-the-world-/261251932730?roken=m6IQFo

That thing has a damn nice lens. I wish I wasn't so broke!

Lea Bridge Road cycle lane is ridiculous. I have to do a lol when I pass this (red tarmac is cycle lane).

I've just started commuting from Walthamstow to Victoria and I can't bloody hack it.
Old Street/Clerkenwell/Theobalds Road is horrid as is Balls Pond Road/Essex Road/Upper Street worse.

I gotta find a better route.

Oh, not Wanking And Crying then?

Oops.

I'm so glad you asked this bednarz.

As a nooboid, it look me a few weeks to work out what DAS meant. Then weeks of turmoil wondering if I would be laughed at if I squeaked out a backbrakskid™.

Now I just need to work out WAC...

I always fancy shouting 'oi wankaa' at a cyclist weaving in between peds on crossing, but then I worry the pedestrians might think I'm talking to them and have to get into a long explanation about the reasons for my outburst.

Bit of a cuntish thing to do.

Aye, i didn't set out to shit him up though.
Had he not blundered across the road oblivious to all around him, I would have not needed to ring my bell and his pants would be unsoiled.

I think my only other option would have been to skid to halt and maybe not stop before I barrelled into him.

The Peds are out in force, had a few today.

But I did have a satisfying moment this morning.
Guy crossing the road from Mornington Crescent to Black Cat Building, looked over shoulder while stepping off, looked right through me and carried on. He was far enough across as I came to him that I could go inside him, I (somewhat cruelly) rang my bell as I approached, he flicked his head around and proceeded to flinch, grimace and shat his pants simultaneously.

I chuckled as I rolled on past. He might not do that tomorrow.

It's not just Brompton riders, you racist knobber.

Haha, three-folders are the worst!

I find the problem of bad cyclists two-fold. First it's them acting like a ballbag, putting themselves and others in danger.

The second is that I feel like a wuss for not shouting KNOBBER when I see bad cycling. Next time I see that guy ploughing through peds on a green man I will shout at him... honest... deffo... I'm sure...

^^agreed.

I had a terrible commute once when GinaG kept singing "Oooh aah....justuhliddlebit Oooh aah....justuhliddlebitmore" for an hour in me head.

^^ I'd be praying for the sweet release of a dumptruck rolling over my head.

Was indicating to turn off Traf Sq roundabout to go down The Mall like a good boy. Taxi in front of me decides to practice his emergency stop.

I apply brake one-handed, bike veers, nearly lose my balance... just catch it. Pants were shat. Only just started not wearing boxers with padded shorts : /

Taxi drifts off, slowly seemingly having stopped for no reason.