It's a ghost bike. A memorial for a cyclist, left near where they were killed on the road. This one is on the southern approach to Tower Bridge on my way to work. I noticed it the very first time I cycled past. There was a bus in front of me with an advert about cycling safety on it. I find it very poignant and especially like the little bundle of dried flowers. But it also makes me a gulp. How stupid is this cycling in the city lark? "Lethal" according to my landlord.
Someone spotted me cycling the other day. "You look like a real Londoner", they said. I'm not sure if that's a complement or not. I'm trying hard not to act like a real Londoner. I have a real concern that if everybody just starts jumping red lights, the whole nature of society as we know it will collapse.
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