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uncleglen Wrote:

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> edcam Wrote:

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> > Please stop calling them Boris bikes. I'd

> rather

> > not be reminded of that dangerous oaf.

>

> Ooooh- if he is dangerous he MUST be doing

> something right! (I voted for him twice btw)


Of course you did. The fact that he's a crypto-fascist buffoon who cares about nothing but his own power and continually switches position depending which way he thinks the wind is blowing, who's been deeply involved in a number of extremely dubious/corrupt deals (announced today that investigators are looking into whether to levy chargebacks on the absurd garden bridge), that he is on record (literally, a recorded telephone call) that he would give his convicted criminal mate Darius Guppy the address of a hostile journalist provided he only had him roughed up but not killed, that he has continually broken the ministerial and MP codes for his own personal profit and that he has the personal morals of a sewer rat would clearly make him deeply attractive to your sort. Ooh yes, he's all dangerous, must vote for him! Idiots like you are precisely how Trump came to power and why we're sleepwalking into disaster. Despair.

malumbu Wrote:

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> i

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> > Were you thinking of Billy Connolly?

> > https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p055vwcr (58"

> > video)

>

>

> Perhaps subconsciously!


Ha! I remember the gag well, maybe I was channelling it! Seriously though, they did make the towpath an ugly mess.

  • 1 month later...

Angelina Wrote:

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> well, some buffoon who didn't think it

> through....

>

> "What will people do when the bikes run out of

> juice?"

>

> Maybe they forgot that question needed answering.



They're not electric!

  • 2 weeks later...

njc97 Wrote:

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> Why are these bikes "littering" when they're

> parked but all cars stopped on my road are

> "parked"? Maybe just because we're used to the

> latter and need to get used to the former?


Perhaps because people don't tend to park their cars at random across the pavement?


Seriously, I'm a mad-keen cyclist, non-car owner, but I can only see these things as an ill-conceived, already failing scheme that's cluttering an already overstretched urban environment and, given the ease with which they can be pinched, aiding and abetting criminality (see the "Robbers on bikes" thread).

I was going for my morning flat white with my brother and nephew today when I nearly tripped over one of the yellow bikes slung up against a low garden wall in Landcroft Road - it was only by walking around it that I managed to avert tripping over and injuring myself and probably having to go to King?s with a minor head injury and a fractured wrist.
The best hire bike scheme I have seen is the one which operates in Brighton. The bike have built in locks and so need to be locked properly, but don?t necessarily require a specific docking space (though there is an extra charge if you lock it outside of one). They work really well , don?t get left anywhere and don?t require as much infrastructure as the Boris bikes.
That sounds a lot more workable. Hopefully they'll have proper tracking too; I found out recently that, certainly for the Mobikes (the silver and orange ones), once the lock's smashed and they're ridden away without being opened with the app, they become "frozen" or "ghost bikes" - their location shows on the app as being the place they were last legitimately locked! What genius dreamed that up? If the police had access to real-time tracking of the stolen ones, what criminal would think of using them in their activities?

Bob Buzzard Wrote:

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> ...when I nearly tripped

> over one of the yellow bikes slung up against a

> low garden wall in Landcroft Road - it was only by

> walking around it that I managed to avert tripping

> over and injuring myself...


Phew! Well done Bob. Clever manoeuvre that - walking around the big yellow thing in order to avoid tripping over it.

  • 2 weeks later...

robbin Wrote:

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> Bob Buzzard Wrote:

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> > ...when I nearly tripped

> > over one of the yellow bikes slung up against a

> > low garden wall in Landcroft Road - it was only

> by

> > walking around it that I managed to avert

> tripping

> > over and injuring myself...

>

> Phew! Well done Bob. Clever manoeuvre that -

> walking around the big yellow thing in order to

> avoid tripping over it.


It was difficult, let me tell you, because I had to keep an eye on my nephew as well, he?s that age when they just run ahead regardless.

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