[doogalman]

I was a bike courier for 9 years (rain, snow, and sometimes sun) . I was allways a bit of a nutter in town. Survived with no broken bones. Even now when i go to london i find myself slipping back into looney mode. Have even had my wife ask me why we are going around lines of traffic to reach the traffic lights (even when in the car). OOOpps.
Sort of miss the adrenalin rush. Allways loved the drag blasts up tottenham court rd with the front row, full of nutter couriers at each set of traffic lights. Took a brave pedestrian to dare cross the road.
Some highlights;
Remember highsideing a vt500 on the lambeth rd,
Ripping the side open of a citroen van on new bridge rd.
telling a bike escort copper he had a bald rear tyre (stupid move),
Eyeing the totty in summer,
hitting pedestrians who decided to make a dash for it,
350,000 miles out of my cx500 Engine then sold to go in another despatch bike.
the impossible deadlines (great buzz when you defied all to do it with seconds to spare0

Yes i had some good times
Doogalman