My sister Caz asked me to help her with her journalism project which is about Tesco being evil to Streatham’s local facilities. There was a protest and she wanted big sisters to support her whilst she interviewed local mps and Streatham’s residents.
So I cycled from Hackney to Streatham Common and it was loads of fun, central London is lush early morning at the weekend; quiet streets, inspiring architecture, not too many white vans and blind spots making me philosophical about how short my life might be…
Come home time, I discovered I had a puncture and my pump was not doing it any good. At 6pm I had half an hour to sort the issue, or face public transport – eurgh!
I had such a lovely time there, serendipitously meeting a black british cycle champion winding down with a can of red stripe, telling me his cycle stories; how his dad wouldn’t buy him a bike when he was 12, yet when he finally got on, two years later was winning accolades left right and centre. All this info was imparted in a humble, warm manner, we even chatted about my Japan travels.
Maurice’s shop was like being in a sweet shop, trust me, the cycles in the store were lush (but whoay the price tag for some beauties was scary), I couldn’t help but buy some new tyres for lil ‘Light Sabre’ – built for me by Spinwell’s Blacksmile, Maurice was very complimentary over the handiwork and I recorded a personalised message; a cycle love moment.
A nice day, just gotta cycle back in the cold now! My new wheels glide over London’s pot holed infested streets though!