Tonight on my ride home just after crossing Holloway Road I ran into a bunch of disaffected youth, manouvering through them I drew up behind a lone hoodie on a bike with the seat too low. Unfortunately he was weaving from left to right in my way, so I said ‘excuse me’ and he continued to weave in front of me so that I couldn’t get past him, so I said ‘FUCK OFF’ (strong I know, but really how was I supposed to get past him?). As I rode past him I said ‘I’m just trying to get home’, and he said, in a menacing tone ‘WHAT?’. Cue me, riding as fast as possible away from him.
As I ran a red light to put some distance between us I glanced behind me, he was still in sight! I powered up Hornsey Rise relying on the fact that his seat was far too low for him to get any power into his ride. I hit the top of the hill and cycled as fast as I dared down the other side, glancing around at the Clocktower I could see no sign of him…safe…
In other cycling related news, I was crossing a junction when a guy tried to step out in my path. Looking at him a bit closer I realised that under that sweatshirt hood lurked Ricky Gervais, out for a run. So I said ‘Look out there Ricky Gervais’ and cycled on.
