My last words, after a nightshift, on the way home at 6.30 this morning were in passing to a cyclist waiting at the lights on superhighway 3 (because, as we all know, hoop*ercycleway*3 rules are that everybody other than cyclists has priority at lights - bikes are actually written out of the traffic lights phase). It's cold, pouring down with rain, my fingers are too cold to change gear without pain...
"Some guy back there is cycling in shorts. How the fùck do they do that?''
And I meant it. How do they do it?
*hoop....there's a bike locked up alongside CS3 on Cable Street, front wheel missing, frame something like ''Teman,'' which I've never seen on the road before, and someone has removed the hub and spokes from the rear wheel which is locked to the frame. It's just literally a hoop. Who on earth would steal the hub and spokes from a bike? OK, if it was a great hub I'd understand it. But spokes!!!!