tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4890004543162918953.post7357182883673064470..comments2011-05-20T19:01:09.276+12:00Comments on My Town: Bicycle BoresAndrew Dickenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08700633520206520104noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4890004543162918953.post-67579172657175191962010-11-14T07:22:55.354+13:002010-11-14T07:22:55.354+13:00And nothing beats the anticipation of another spee...And nothing beats the anticipation of another speed run as you turn off Remuera Road into Victoria Ave, with the tricky curve after Cluny, eyes watering... Killer uphill: Ayr St. Killer downhill: Ayr St. Doubly so with that bloody roundabout. Surely familar to a man on his way to Parnell on two wheels, Dickens? ;-)Finnspadrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13674966730041471532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4890004543162918953.post-9400240535659222542010-11-04T17:01:42.162+13:002010-11-04T17:01:42.162+13:00Howdy! I loved Byrne's book, especially the le...Howdy! I loved Byrne's book, especially the lengths that NYC bike thieves will go to get your gear - seat one night, wheels another...etc.<br />As for smells - nothing tops the smell of a ripe dead possum on the Thames Coast rd in the height of summer. Mm mm.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13308545620137676092noreply@blogger.com