On a brisk Sunday morning a gentleman in a long velvet morning coat and top hat rides a tiny pink-painted bicycle through the gutter on Lower Clapton Road.
Penny-Farthing, Lee Navigation Canal towpath, November 2012
by Matt Haynes
I picture his right foot tense on the accelerator, desperate to push down and unleash a fuel-injected spray of petrol and testosterone into the cylinder head. Itâ€™s so stupid, so futile. If heâ€™d just waited, handbrake on, behind the line, Iâ€™d have gone past, and weâ€™d both now be on our way. Instead, Iâ€™ve slowed almost to walking pace; I need to be able to throw myself sideways, if he decides he needs to make a point. [read more…]