oh man, I had word for word the same experience. The number of times I’d turn up to work with bloodied knuckles because I was filtering between two buses at the wrong speed like a suicidal maniac.
“Keep up with traffic, or pull over” were the two tenets I lived by. The sheer rush of adrenaline of getting to work alive, nothing beats it.
Now it’s all cycle lanes, and even those lanes have queues and though it’s still miles faster than car/tube/bus, it’s not as satisfying as those early wild west days of flying over a car bonnet
oh man, I had word for word the same experience. The number of times I’d turn up to work with bloodied knuckles because I was filtering between two buses at the wrong speed like a suicidal maniac.
“Keep up with traffic, or pull over” were the two tenets I lived by. The sheer rush of adrenaline of getting to work alive, nothing beats it.
Now it’s all cycle lanes, and even those lanes have queues and though it’s still miles faster than car/tube/bus, it’s not as satisfying as those early wild west days of flying over a car bonnet