In celebration I was a touch optimistic with clothing and went for a spring look earlier in the week, which got hastily revised to a usual winter outfit. However, it wasn’t as cold as the guy I passed wearing waterproof trousers, overshoes, a balaclava and who knows what else, seemed to think.
I feel like it’s time for a quick-fire news roundup in a TV headlines style,
Old men get injured by crossbars so should ride women’s bikes
Someone at LSE wants to know all about you commuting on your bike.
The Guardian has a (non-embeddable) film about the “World’s Biggest Bike Race”
And you can start nominating for the London Cycling Awards
Finally I decided it was time to bite the bullet and paid actual money to watch that big film production, Premium Rush.
The film sqeezes in every biking conflict cliché, including fixies vs geared bikes, bikes vs cars and everything else you can imagine, with a backdrop of courier culture and alleycat races and wealthy mid-20s deciding to jack in the financial/legal career to just ride for a few years. There’s also some big crime and corrupt cops thrown in, some tricks and trials thanks, partly, to Danny MacAskill, all as the messangers career through traffic and life.
It’s a fun fast-paced film. I thought it would irritate me but I got swept along with it and enjoyed the riding as well.
"fixed gear, steel frame, no brakes, can't stop, don't want to either..." fade into the Who...
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