Urban Warfare 🚴

My bike folds in two. I squeeze it on a train most days, reassembled, we pedal off together across Marylebone. I avoid bus routes as we’re like ants competing with elephants. Although mostly safe beware sudden dangers; the car door carelessly opened, man on mobile absorbed and watch out POTHOLE!
But why do taxis have a personal vendetta against us?Yesterday cut up and verbally abused we came up behind a cycling courrier wearing shorts.
Tattooed respectively on his left and right calves in large letters were FUCK, TAXIS. A man of my own heart.
I’ve a photo to prove it.