|They used to be called Boris Bikes |
- before he fell from grace
The routes are well-marked with signs as well as road markings.
|Council bike lockers|
|Burgeoning Battersea - shared bus/bike lane|
|Historic Chelsea Bridge - |
a whole lane just for bikes
|Mud-larking time along the Thames|
The other option was to join the north-south Cycle SuperHighway at Brixton and ride hard and fast. Why fast? Long straight stretches with a whole lane reserved for bikes, made for flying along. Except that the lane is shared by buses. And there is nothing scarier than looking up and seeing that a double decker bus has pulled up just ahead of you. Oh wait. Scarier than that is when you sense something breathing down your neck, and realise that one of those buses has snuck up behind you and and is coming alongside, so close that you seem to feel it brush the hairs on your legs.
|Gail's goodies (him too)|
From the other route I could either head into the City or over Waterloo Bridge and past The Strand where I used to work to Covent Garden and Soho. In busy Brixton, the marked cycle path goes down the laneway with a memorial mural for that Brixton boy, David Bowie; where there were fresh bouquets of flowers being left every day.