James Shugg
London, 6pm, Monday 30/6
Riding west along High Holborn, I stopped for a red light at the Gray's Inn Rd intersection. A few
peds were crossing, but another cyclist, bit of a crusty type, on a newish gun metal grey hybrid,
dodged through them and proceeded through the intersection. About half way through it, he slowed,
and did a wheelie - successfully at first. But then he lost it, and the bike flipped backwards and
on top of him, and he hit the road with a thud.
At that stage the lights changed, and he had to quickly wheel his bike to the side of the road,
amidst cries of "wnaker!", laughter etc.
But the funniest thing was his face. Rather than just looking sheepish, it was dark thunder, barely
contained rage. No one stopped to help him!
James
Riding west along High Holborn, I stopped for a red light at the Gray's Inn Rd intersection. A few
peds were crossing, but another cyclist, bit of a crusty type, on a newish gun metal grey hybrid,
dodged through them and proceeded through the intersection. About half way through it, he slowed,
and did a wheelie - successfully at first. But then he lost it, and the bike flipped backwards and
on top of him, and he hit the road with a thud.
At that stage the lights changed, and he had to quickly wheel his bike to the side of the road,
amidst cries of "wnaker!", laughter etc.
But the funniest thing was his face. Rather than just looking sheepish, it was dark thunder, barely
contained rage. No one stopped to help him!
James
