I am having problems reconciling the events of Monday. Certainly, I won’t be leaving the house again for a while – it’s not worth chancing it!
A Fixed Wheel Bike’s Brake Breaks
I ride a fixed wheel bike which has no brakes to speak of. To stop, I rely on being able to slow my peddling down or skid to a halt. Sometimes this is a little hairy in central London traffic but overall, an effective means to an end.
On Monday morning, I experienced some technical difficulties and was completely unable to stop. Hurtling into oncoming traffic, I don’t know how I escaped without injury.
After a pitstop at Condor Cycles (thanks for the help), I moved on only to find my left pedal about to fall off as I advanced through three lanes of traffic. Again, I have no idea how I’m still alive.
An Ex-girlfriend Gets Engaged
Sitting in the pub with my very excellent friend Iona, my phone starts ringing – it was my ex-girlfriend. I let it ring out and called her back while mooching around the supermarket for the evening meal. She sounded serious and proceeded to tell me she was engaged.
A very strange thing it is when you get news like this. Happy and excited for her but a little shell shocked, I paid and left.
Poor Little Duck
Cycling home on my newly mended velo, a duck flies into the oncoming traffic and lands in the middle of the road. After one narrow espace, I jettisoned the bike and dashed into the road. Stopping cars in central London turns out to be a pain in the neck.
Just as I managed to get her out of one line of traffic, a car zooms by and runs her over. I’m left with no choice but to move her carefully to the side of the road and move on.
A day later
My adventures were to continue a day later. Cycling to work, a white van pulled out in front of me. Close to slamming into the site, I made it round in one piece but shouted loudly at him. Seconds later he was chasing me down the road… After forcing me onto the pavement, he continued to harass me verbally. Eventually, as I walked round to get his number plate, he shouted “don’t do anything mate, I’m self employed”… Should have tried harder really shouldn’t you.
And the Moral of the Story is…
How should I know? I don’t think there is one, nor is there a point to this post. All I know is that when you leave the house in the morning, make sure you’re prepared for it. Life’s full of challenges that make it an adventure.