Cambodia & Vietnam

more pics from my trip here:
flickr

not all bike related though...

‘Why can’t they dress up as milk-men instead?’

now here’s a stereotype I definitely fall in to… that of the ‘fakenger’

in fact, I was originally going to call my blog that... Then I decided it was a bit shit…

anyway, I do find it frustrating that because I ride with one gear, don’t like brightly coloured lycra and prefer sidi to big white trainers and rugby socks, that I’m some kind of fake, pretender or Nathan barley type.

Anyway, I think this sums up the sentiment much better than I ever could...
‘Why can’t they dress up as milk-men instead?’

other global concerns...

wish i could make this, although my bank manager is probably pleased i can't...
the north american handmade bicycle show

and why oh why? do her majesty's customs and excise think it's perfectly acceptable to take nearly 8 quid from me on a 40 dollar spend at onelesscar? oneless did the work, not you money grabbing cunts.

*sigh*

darn it...

... i've missed the sydney body art bike ride.

and i had my hulk design all sorted....

Transport for London

I’m not usually one of those cunts that feels motivated enough to write to the papers or make things formal on the complaints front…. But…

Riding in last week I was subject to, and then witnessed, some of the most inconsiderate and dangerous driving I have seen in quite some time. I felt so incensed that I actually took note of the drivers number with the intention of complaining, this is odd, as you know if you’ve ever read this blog (if anyone reads this blog…) or indeed know me, I’d normally just settle for a hearty cuss…

Anyways, it’s raining, it’s dark, it’s miserable, it’s a morning ride in London, I’m moving down the old kent road when this prick of a bus driver overtakes, indicates and then does a sharp left to pull in at a bus stop.

I brake, skid, compose myself, then ride past and inform the driver that he’s a stupid cunt. Nothing unusual here, I do this most mornings and evenings (usually a few times). But this time I witness him do the same and then some to another rider 200 metres up the road, this time forcing said rider to put his hand out and actually touch the bus.

I’m sorry, but this is a fucking joke, this prick is driving a 10 ton hunk of metal like it’s a run around.

So… I’ve mailed TFL to tell them their ‘share the roads’ campaign is a joke and as I’ve said before ‘I’ll share the road when other pricks want to share it with me’.

I’ll post a response as (and if) I receive it.


NB: Initially this driver was to be awarded the cunt of the year title, but I’ve ridden a few more times after, there are now lots of other candidates.

i know i don't NEED them...

but these are rather lovely trouser clips... no... i won't buy them...

courtesy of velorution

Back in the saddle

i managed a couple of rides this week, the last one resulting in my strange ailment
this weekend... but hey... i enjoyed them...

everything hurt, lungs, legs, bits and butt, but it felt great to be travelling in a way that doesn't involve cramming into a carriage with a hundred other smelly bods.

it did however remind me of a few things:

1. most taxi drivers are still cocks (strange that hasn't changed in the last 5 weeks). prime example was the oblivious prick that i nearly rode into the back of (after he made a particularly hilarious braking maneuver). i say 'oblivious' as his only focus was the bloke in the suit with his hand in the air and sadly not the sweating ginger riding behind him. i'm also sad to say that my paddington bear stare did little to alarm/provoke him.

2. pedestrians are still stupid. i counted 8 ridiculous moves, stepping out without looking, going to step out, see me then wobble on the curb... etc. i have a plan, hand out £40 fines to these dicks when they cross on red.

3. and finally, it reminded me that i like bikes... a lot...