Bike Rage: Cycling in UK

It so happened that this year I fell into a job (no other way to describe it). That’s why I have been quiet. I am so tired all the time, I can barely force myself to make dinner. Yet I’ve been feeling quite guilty for not writing for so long. So here, have a rant.

For the last month I have been cycling to work. Well, not all the way to work. That would be silly, since my work is about 40km (25 miles) away. Instead, I cycle to and from the train station and, oh boy, it’s pretty frustrating.

First of all, I’m not one of those “professional” cyclists, who wear tights and shiny jackets and have fancy space bicycles.


“We are the cyclists. Mere rules do not apply to us.”

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