I experienced my third London cycling accident this morning (please, anyone who has had a real accident or tragedy, do not be offended by my glib attitude).
The first happened when I was being a bit too cocky in the early days of cycle commuting, and tried to get up the side of a truck (lorry) at some traffic lights. I clipped the wing mirror and fell over. Doing to "get up as quickly as possible and pretend that didn't happen" manouvere that I like to believe I have perfected I was a little bit worried when the driver got out of the truck. He however didn't shout abuse at me, but was checking I was okay.
The second happened on a club ride. So terrified of being left behind I got too close to a fellow rider at the lights and clipped their back wheel. I again employed the"get up as quickly as possible and pretend that didn't happen" manouvere and was fine.
But today their was a victim to my stupidity. Luckily it wasn't my bike or my body, but one of the my two treasured Keepcups. For those of you who aren't wanna be hipsters or pretend greenies the Keepcup is like a thermomug, but more expensive and for hipsters. After swimming this morning I swung by the delightful Fields Beneath cafe (located at the exit of the Kentish Town West overground station) and post coffee stowed my cup in my bike waterbottle holder. But a pothole the size of a house on Marylebone Road loosened it up, and a truck (lorry) behing me smashed it into a hundred pieces.
RIP Keepcup. You were a good wannabe hipster pretend greenie friend. I hope your sacrifice earns me enough karma to prevent any accidents that cause harm to my new bike (information to come on that).
The first happened when I was being a bit too cocky in the early days of cycle commuting, and tried to get up the side of a truck (lorry) at some traffic lights. I clipped the wing mirror and fell over. Doing to "get up as quickly as possible and pretend that didn't happen" manouvere that I like to believe I have perfected I was a little bit worried when the driver got out of the truck. He however didn't shout abuse at me, but was checking I was okay.
The second happened on a club ride. So terrified of being left behind I got too close to a fellow rider at the lights and clipped their back wheel. I again employed the"get up as quickly as possible and pretend that didn't happen" manouvere and was fine.
But today their was a victim to my stupidity. Luckily it wasn't my bike or my body, but one of the my two treasured Keepcups. For those of you who aren't wanna be hipsters or pretend greenies the Keepcup is like a thermomug, but more expensive and for hipsters. After swimming this morning I swung by the delightful Fields Beneath cafe (located at the exit of the Kentish Town West overground station) and post coffee stowed my cup in my bike waterbottle holder. But a pothole the size of a house on Marylebone Road loosened it up, and a truck (lorry) behing me smashed it into a hundred pieces.
RIP Keepcup. You were a good wannabe hipster pretend greenie friend. I hope your sacrifice earns me enough karma to prevent any accidents that cause harm to my new bike (information to come on that).
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