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I maintain that getting in the cab of a lorry is pointless.

The only problem with that is you are wrong. Asking people to imagine blind spots or look at diagrams is nowhere near as effective as getting them to see the road from the driver's seat. It shocks people, it shocks people who think they know, it really shocks people who have never considered the danger before.
But then, what do the people who run these sessions or have seen the effect it has know?

If contraception could be relied on, maybe. Children born from incest are at huge risk of getting two copies of damaged recessive genes, so it's irresponsible to risk conception of such children.
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Relying solely on this argument would, though, put you in the interesting position of suggesting that gay incest is ok. Which it may be, but good luck putting it forward for debate.

Sorry to hear that.

Is that right? I seem to recall it being an example of Engrish/bizarre translation on a Create/Unipack marketing website?

What would you know? Really, you know as much about this as you do about everything else which is the cube root of less than fuck all. I was going to say you're as thick as pig shit but you make pig shit look like Miso soup. It's a wonder you can get out of bed in the morning without tripping over your own feet and breaking your neck. That's assuming you managed to make it in to your own bed the evening before and aren't still wandering round town like the village idiot that you so resemble in speech and visage. It's not bad enough that you sound like an idiot you also have to have an idiot's face, as blank as an unglazed dinner plate but with less evidence of cogent thought behind it. And two eyes like piss holes in the snow with fewer flickers of wit than you would find in the gaze of an average corpse or an average food blogger.
Still, you're my son and I love you.

I have a lot of sympathy for how you feel Adroit. No bad driving is as depressing and despair-inducing as the bad driving you see around groups of small children. Though you seem to have had more, and worse, examples in a week than I have had in a year or two.
I try to remember the driving, the majority of driving, that is courteous, patient and safe, the smiles and the thumbs up that drivers give and the passers by who stop to say what a good thing it is that we are doing. And the enjoyment and benefit the children get from it.
But I know how you feel.

@ blue fleet. Your niece might meet me - I am teaching a course at Jubilee in a few weeks time, though I guess she is too young to be part of it yet.
I had to retire from BTOB on doctor's orders.

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That's awful TA, I am sorry to hear it.

Of course if you are talking about aggressive cyclists then it's hard not to talk about Skully. Big Skully, Slasher Skully, Skull Crusher Skully, The Skullinator, he has earned as many nicknames as he has broken hearts, bones and pub urinals. It's doubtful than anyone before has turned a gentle hobby such as cycling in to force for evil in the way Skully has. Even that well known amateur guitarist and professional racist Eric Clapton didn't do as much harm to cycling's reputation when he brought a Colnago as Skully has done over the years. How many people have a restraining order banning them from both Evans and Cycle Surgery? Or an ASBO specifically prohibiting them from owning a pump of more than 5 inches in length?
It was Skully that persuaded the Kray twins to buy a tandem. And it was Skully that caused the Inter City Firm to turn up late for three consecutive away matches in the eighties when he organised their 'two wheeled ride of terror'. Rumours persist of Skully spiriting away Lord Lucan on the back of his curly Hetchins.
And yet, even as, once again, his trademark lurid pink and chartreuse Dave Yates is spotted outside the carnage of another smash and grab, another bank job gone wrong, another filming of Strictly, it's hard not to feel a begrudging affection for the fixed gear hooligan with the gurning face of a Charlie Drake prototype. A man who has infamously used a puncture repair kit for such cruel and unnatural purposes on victim after victim might seem hard to love but this Chris Ackrigg of the criminal underworld is ultimately one of our own. In the end anyone on two wheels riding over the legs of a screaming pensioner is a friend. And I think that says all that needs to be said about this wonderful obsession of ours.

The basketball courts are going to be out of use until further notice. Which means the muga will be used for other things - such as the regular weekend Hackney council/CTUK cycle training sessions.