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Nickster said:Well said. I agree whole-heartedly. Unfortunately I've found that shouting "Oi!" to other cyclists who flout this as they skim past you doesn't seem to do much. I wanted to get a cycling jersey that said something along the lines of "don't skip red lights, you c*nting psycho" but can't seem to find one!![]()
Fuck that. Traffic lights are for cars, not bikes, I shoot straight through them if the way forward is clear, my need to get where I am going is greater than the need of other people to pull me up over it.
I've only been caught once, by the City police in Gresham Street, those stupid cops with the gold Battlestar Galactica helmets, they held me for 15 minutes whilst I gave them a bullshit name and address (the details of my old flatmate in fact) and they let me go.
If I die I die on my terms, if I twat a car it's their own fault for getting in my way.
Only way to survive in London village.
None of this pussy wobbly cycling, that shit will get you killed.
My way, they know who I am 20 yards before they've gotten close to me.
Even if they killed me I'd haunt their souls for all eternity.
They keep the fuck out of my way, I'm still here, ex courier with no brakes, fuck all the haters, I fought the law and I won.

