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Tuesday, May. 24, 2005 - 11:33 p.m. Bike Dystopia I don't see why riding a bike makes you an instant object of judgement and, dare I say it, derision. You would not BELIEVE the number of comments thrown at me over the last 2 days of bike riding to and fro' work. That's 200 minutes of my life to garner the following:Family going to Asda in car: beeping and whole family turning their big GOGGLY eyes out the back of the window at me, while I flicked the Vs at them 13 year old Hackney boy 10m higher than me on road above me: "AAAAAAAAAAAAA! Look at your bike! RUBBISH!" (which is precisely why I have it, young tinker: so friends of Fagin like you won't be stealing it) Green car at same turning to Asda, one day later: BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP School teacher leading pack of 5 year old Islingtoners: Look! It's your bike! (Dude, I don't have the bike of a 5 year old!) You know, and yesterday when I bumped into an old friend, we agreed that what you say about my bike is 'what's not to like?'. Unless he was taking the piss. Git.
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