Saturday we spent a large part of the day in cars. In the morning we drove to a vineyard to replenish the champagne coffers, the afternoon brought a trip to Costco, and the evening saw a journey to north London for cheese with Kevin and Craig.
The whole time I was in the autos, I kept wondering: how are the streets of London not littered with the bodies of bikers and cyclists?
Sweet Sassy Molassy, it is INSANE. Narrow roads barely big enough for two cars, plus cyclists and bikers weaving in and out of traffic. I honestly don't know how they survive the journey. My nerves were shot and I was a *passenger*. Good grief. Suddenly the train/bus/walking journey seems far preferable.
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