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You gotta be joking!!!

Discussion in 'Commuting' started by CotterPin, 1 Feb 2008.

  1. CotterPin

    CotterPin Senior Member

    Location:
    London
    ... were the words uttered in the wonderful tones of Estuary English of a cyclist who suddenly found herself stranded in the middle of the junction at Bank in the City of London last night.

    She was coming from the east and had decided to jump the lights - she was about to get an object lesson in why that that's not a good idea. I was cycling north and had just set off as my lights had changed when we encountered each other in the middle.

    She ground to a halt bang slap in the middle of junction uttering the immortal phrase above. I am afraid I just carried on as I had a whole load of traffic on my tail so I have no idea how she got out of it. I did, however, hear a few car horns as I disappeared up the road.
     
  2. Arch

    Arch Married to Night Train

    Location:
    York, UK
    I hope she's still stranded there... Unhurt, but stranded. Do you think she's learnt a lesson?
     
  3. Tynan

    Tynan Veteran

    Location:
    e4
    ironed flat into the tarmac is fine by me
     
  4. Arch

    Arch Married to Night Train

    Location:
    York, UK
    Stranded is funnier. She'll eventually have to call the coastguard to winch her out.. I suppose she could order a pizza delivery to keep her going....:wacko:
     
  5. CotterPin

    CotterPin Senior Member

    Location:
    London
    When I went through this morning she wasn't there so I could only presume that somehow she had extricated herself. Not quite sure how, though. It's a mammoth junction with five roads converging and once the traffic has started flowing not even Moses could part them.
     
  6. magnatom

    magnatom Guest

    Was she a looker? If so you could have stopped the traffic for her and gained her gratitude. That way she would have been receptive to your request for her phone number, obviously she would wish to thank you by buying you a drink later.

    You could have developed a deep and meaningful relationship which once established would have allowed you to broach the question of red light jumping without fear of your relationship breaking up. You could have got married, had kids and taught them the rights and wrongs of cycling safely. Thus not only would you have converted this young lady into a safe and competent cyclist, you would have created several more safe cyclists in the process, thus helping to make our roads safer for everyone, as they would lead by example.

    Of course if she was a minger you did the right thing! :wacko:
     
  7. Wolf04

    Wolf04 New Member

    Location:
    Wallsend on Tyne
    Urrrgh falling for a RLJer how do you sleep at night :biggrin::biggrin::biggrin:
     
  8. Twenty Inch

    Twenty Inch New Member

    Location:
    Behind a desk
    I know that junction - 'tis a mighty vortex of swirling steel, and a brave or foolhardy lass who jumps a red light there, Jim lad. Aarr.

    Gar. My pirate glands be playin' up agin.
     
  9. gambatte

    gambatte Middle of the pack...

    Location:
    S Yorks
    Don't worry, it all helps to fight global warming
     
  10. CotterPin

    CotterPin Senior Member

    Location:
    London
    Actually Arch,

    You've just reminded me of that strange book by JG Ballard about a guy who crashes his car off the Westway and can't escape from the strange wasteland between the roads.

    A very disturbing book.

    Magnatom - she bore a passing resemblence to Victoria Beckham (in the rough - and god knows how rough Ms Beckham looks already) so I am afraid there was no chance of your fantasy coming true.
     
  11. The trouble is every body is in such a rush to save a few seconds that's why we have rljers....that is why some motorists and van drivers drive dangerously.rljers are not just in this country as I have witnessed although I dont know how all this rljer malarkey started.It was just there one day like Eamonn Holmes.

    Hopefully she learned a very valuable lesson.
     
  12. John the Monkey

    John the Monkey Frivolous Cyclist

    Location:
    Crewe
    "Concrete Island"

    A 35-year-old architect is driving home from his London office when his car swerves and crashes onto a traffic island lying below three converging motorways. Uninjured, he climbs the embankment to seek help, but no one will stop for him and he is trapped on the island, where he remains.

    ISBN: 009933481X, £6 ish on Amazon currently.
     
  13. yenrod

    yenrod Guest

    CarDrivers help - you gotta be joking...they'd rather kill ya than help: and if any jerk replies saying 'well you cant tar everyone with the same brush... - I wouldnt be surprised if anyone did.
     
  14. Tynan

    Tynan Veteran

    Location:
    e4
    them concrete wastelands are odd

    we had a courier once returning an original picture of Elvis, the actual original print, more or less irreplaceable, we'd scanned it maximum care on pain of death

    the courier returning it had it fly out of his bag and over the side of the Westway into the shanty towns below

    they never did find it despite offering rewards to the people of the Westway
     
  15. CotterPin

    CotterPin Senior Member

    Location:
    London
    Well, know we know where Elvis got to...;)