Vicious Cycle

Today a very nice man came over to talk about hot water. Two months ago I would have told you hot water heating systems would make for a very boring conversation but that was before two months with no hot showers. Now phrases like “instant hot water” and “loses almost no heat overnight” excite me in ways once reserved for very expensive cars and computers.

Most of the rest of the day was spent failing to fit suspension forks to my bike because of a stuck headset cup. One of the nicest things about living in the middle of London is that it makes most of my workplaces accessible by bike. Covent Garden is only 20 minutes away, Edgware Road is 40 on a good day. You don’t stay unfit living on a boat for long because there are always tins of bilge grease to be lugged around or ropes to be hauled in and re-tied, but the daily bike ride gives me a nice routine burst of energy in the mornings.

However I’d forgotten the drawback. Much like my teenage bike years when every weekend would produce a flowering of new bruises, I’m nursing various injuries. Unlike those branch-and-root inflicted pains though, these are all sustained from taking evasive action from pedestrians who seem to think the first step of the green cross code is “stagger into the gutter and look gormless.” After I came home one night with a messed up hand and dark black bruises from faceplanting to avoid a stumbling commuter, I made an executive decision to invest in a 115db Air Horn. No mercy.

- posted by James O'Brien on 13 June 2007, 22:15 in