…reminded me of two things:
1. High school gym class, when we had to run in endless loops around the track and the soccer field and the fast kids would shout at me to get out of their way.
2. Mad Max, as re-intepreted by Guardian readers. One angry jerk on a fixed gear bike disparaged me and my lovely Sebastina for our lack of speed. I replied in kind with the only weapon in my arsenal: a ding of my bell. Unfortunately, the ding is so jaunty that I don’t think the jerk understood that I was reciprocating his rage.
Anyway, WAY more fun than taking the Tube. And only slightly sweatier.
