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I LOVE the sight of cars gridlocked in the morning. Nothing makes me happier than watching motorists and their lumpen cargoes going through the stress stratosphere as they proceed at a snail's pace from one set of traffic lights to the next.
Nor, as a result of the insane referendum on traffic congestion in Edinburgh, is anything likely to change for the better in the near future. On the contrary, the capital will soon be suffocated with static cars expelling toxic chemicals. The sheer arrogance of these lazy oiks beggars belief. May they be condemned to a hell of parking tickets, red lights, speeding fines and road rage. That said, I am happy to accept lifts.See the full content of this document
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Cars Get the Thumb's Rush Alan Taylor's Diary
Pedalling wares in Morningside
NOT for the first time do I find myself in accord with "Holy" John MacLeod, the Daily Wail's in-house gonzo. Holy is a cyclist, a muchmaligned breed, perhaps because of the body odour they produce. In Edinburgh, says His Holiness, "any cyclist . . . can beat any motorist in getting from one side of the city centre to another".When he is not pedalling like fury, his chicken legs encased in sexy Lycra, both brains protected by the fi...See the full content of this document
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