1) Cycling back home on Kentish Town Road, a car pulls out
of its parking space right in front of me, with no
warning and its lights still off. I shout a number of
observations on the driver and his/her ancestry - in
Italian, language I tend to revert to when I'm really
angry. The driver's window comes down, a VERY small
female voice replies, in Italian: "Oh God I'm sorry,
I'm sorry!"
2) After a week of annoying small problems with the gears
and an extensive maintenance session, I have a short test
ride around home, shifting gears and getting off the bike
every time to check the tension of the cable, and have to
wave away a total of 6-7 cyclists stopping to ask me if
it's all right
3) Motorists who automatically assume that if you cycle you
must know every little road and alley around - they
ignore the policeman and ask *you* for directions at the
traffic light
4) The admiring look in the waitress' eyes at Caffe' Nero in
Camden Town (it's a guys' thing, ok?)
5) Cycling to the hosting centre in New Oxford Street at 3
am because a server had gone down. Not too much fun in
itself, but the customer's face was, when I told him the
following morning 🙂
6) The pigeons who think they're Tornado bombers in
Hampstead Heath
Eugenio
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If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament.