GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
Dear Tragic Hipster
Your 'fixie',as you no doubt call it, was a delight, an impeccably refinished steel frame with lovely track ends on the rear triangle. The work of a craftsman and so much more stylish than my humble off-the-shelf tourer. Your gleaming steel toe clips with lovely leather straps caught my eye. Your attire was perfect, from the jaunty angle of your Rapha cycling cap, your stylish fakenger bag, to the well dubbined Dromarti cycling shoes in which your feet were shod.
Your overtake was stylishly executed and you came to a halt at the ASL in a manner which conveyed both confidence and competance in your ability as a rider of a bike with no brakes whatsoever. That you choose to ride such a machine in London, well sir, chapeau to you.
I do not cavil at your decision to have no lights, they would after all destroy the aesthetic you have worked so hard to create, perhpas you intended to leave the office much earlier and were confounded to find lighting necessary on the streets of London at 22:30. I do not complain that the preceeding undertake of both myself and the left turning taxi was a trifle risky but no doubt a risk you are happy to take day-in and day-out as you cycle the mean streets. I do not take issue with the language you used to berate said cab driver though I might take issue with one point in your attempted education of him, he was, in fact, indicating which is why I backed off.
No. None of that really matters. What matters is that it isn't feckin' trackstand, you tragic hipster loser, if it involves you riding backwards and forwards repeatedly over a metre a metre or so. It isn't a trackstand unless you 'stand'. It isn't a trackstand if in your desperation to keep looking cool at a red light you cycle rearwards, with not so much as a backwards glance, until your rear wheel overlaps my front. As you showed no signs of stopping on your fourth such reverse, and were completely oblivious to my presence, or that of anyone else behind you, and were so obviously out of control, well yes, indeed, I did feel entitled to turn my bars causing my front wheel to brush against with your rear and, as you put it, 'have you off'. Unlike you I have no reverse gear and I was aware of what was behind me, leaving me, quite literally, with nowhere to go.
Learn to ride properly you bell end.
Sincerely
Greg
Your 'fixie',as you no doubt call it, was a delight, an impeccably refinished steel frame with lovely track ends on the rear triangle. The work of a craftsman and so much more stylish than my humble off-the-shelf tourer. Your gleaming steel toe clips with lovely leather straps caught my eye. Your attire was perfect, from the jaunty angle of your Rapha cycling cap, your stylish fakenger bag, to the well dubbined Dromarti cycling shoes in which your feet were shod.
Your overtake was stylishly executed and you came to a halt at the ASL in a manner which conveyed both confidence and competance in your ability as a rider of a bike with no brakes whatsoever. That you choose to ride such a machine in London, well sir, chapeau to you.
I do not cavil at your decision to have no lights, they would after all destroy the aesthetic you have worked so hard to create, perhpas you intended to leave the office much earlier and were confounded to find lighting necessary on the streets of London at 22:30. I do not complain that the preceeding undertake of both myself and the left turning taxi was a trifle risky but no doubt a risk you are happy to take day-in and day-out as you cycle the mean streets. I do not take issue with the language you used to berate said cab driver though I might take issue with one point in your attempted education of him, he was, in fact, indicating which is why I backed off.
No. None of that really matters. What matters is that it isn't feckin' trackstand, you tragic hipster loser, if it involves you riding backwards and forwards repeatedly over a metre a metre or so. It isn't a trackstand unless you 'stand'. It isn't a trackstand if in your desperation to keep looking cool at a red light you cycle rearwards, with not so much as a backwards glance, until your rear wheel overlaps my front. As you showed no signs of stopping on your fourth such reverse, and were completely oblivious to my presence, or that of anyone else behind you, and were so obviously out of control, well yes, indeed, I did feel entitled to turn my bars causing my front wheel to brush against with your rear and, as you put it, 'have you off'. Unlike you I have no reverse gear and I was aware of what was behind me, leaving me, quite literally, with nowhere to go.
Learn to ride properly you bell end.
Sincerely
Greg
(Nope!)
) with the reversing one - that's fun too!
