Maverick Goose
A jumped up pantry boy, who never knew his place
- Location
- A champagne supernova in the sky


We have also noted that driving in the countryside within a few miles of the city is particularly dire. It's like the petrol heads escape into the local countryside to blow off steam or something. I'm sure you guys we came up to cycle with on the fixed ride [Stockport] must experience the same thing.
I found the reverse. I thought London was pretty easy. Providing you could stand a lot of noise and traffic (not everyone's cup of tea) it was probably easier than other places. It was mad but a very predictable mad. A lot of the main roads and particularly side roads in central london are so straight and generously wide compared to other places and the road surface is a dream come true. The only bits I thought were a bit bad were Park Lane and the Hangar Lane Gyratory.
I found the reverse. I thought London was pretty easy. Providing you could stand a lot of noise and traffic (not everyone's cup of tea) it was probably easier than other places. It was mad but a very predictable mad. A lot of the main roads and particularly side roads in central london are so straight and generously wide compared to other places and the road surface is a dream come true. The only bits I thought were a bit bad were Park Lane and the Hangar Lane Gyratory.
Of course they are totally different, but it is also what you feel comfortable doing. Mrs TF has a 22 mile commute each way and out of that 44 mikes only 4 are in heavy traffic. Even this is not exactly London but she hates it, the stop start, pollution and inconsiderate drivers.
We have also noted that driving in the countryside within a few miles of the city is particularly dire. It's like the petrol heads escape into the local countryside to blow off steam or something. I'm sure you guys we came up to cycle with on the fixed ride [Stockport] must experience the same thing.
To the OP who rides with earphones in the countryside, yes you are correct, each to his own, I just enjoy listening to birdsong and appreciating where we live with all my senses [not to mention the odd idiot approaching from behind].