25 January 2018 | 1:00 min read
Recently I ditched the bus, bought a bike, and became another annoying cyclist.
My journey to work now involves cutting corners, jumping curbs, and slowing motorists down. I swerve into the middle of the lane when I hit the straights. I wear curious tights, I hover at lights and I appear suddenly. Out of nowhere. Like a rat on a kitchen floor.