Things I don’t like about commuting on my bike:



I don’t mind being a commuter in London’s famous London. Really. It could be nicer, what with the constant stream of metal boxes right next to me. Mostly driven by people insulated from the environment in which they’re piloting their metal box of doom. Sometimes, they may even be interacting with their loved ones by mobile phone as they accelerate away from the traffic lights. 

But Gregg Wallace beaming at me from the back of bus belching exhaust fumes as it zooms past me before swinging into a bus stop, really really boils my piss.


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