name ben hughes nickname rapattack age 27 place of origin barts hosptial london years on the job 9 i think, i try not to count bike fetish cycles-position (track/fixed) best place to ride cutting through the parks when you are not in the mood for traffic or hammering it through the west end when you are well and truly in the mood for it worst road lower thames st-the highway......dont stop pedaling, dont look back and dont fuck about!!! fastest street the one being watched by the god of traffic lights favourite place in london the barbican complex. its like marmite, you either love it or you hate it dislikes the stress of being in traffic all day, noise levels, commuter cyclists, cabs, dead miles,
rain, being tired, rookies that ‘just dont get it’ likes the community, the size of my office (london), watching the world go by, the flexiblity, going into town on a day off and bumping into friends all over the place. generally getting a bit more enjoyment out of my working life than a lot of people in this city. oh and meeting the love of my life and the mother of my child :) favourite lobby the ones with free sweets, drinks or anything i can take. its all about the perks favourite bathroom basment level in the barbican center. there is an enterance from the underground car park with not a staff member in site. huge toilets, nice stone floors and walls, brass metal work and always empty. i take detours to use them favourite bike shop i find condor cycles to be the most helpful for me during work hours. where other shops have turned me away in times of need, condor have always managed to find a moment to chuck that new sprocket on, tighten up a lock ring or just lend out some tools to get me rolling again favourite building the barbican towers favourite food during work: anything cheap will do
a puncture every 2/3 months ;) armadilos baby!!! they handle like a cow on ice but i hate punctures so nothing beats them crash 4 crashes. t-boned by a motorbike, 2 pedestrians steping out when they should try looking and one cab just being a cab pedestrian chaotic lorries deadly other cyclists un-trained your fellow messengers pic-n-mix the job itself restrictive freedom best memory the sun coming up as we rode through the night, on our way to camber sands. we left south london at 11pm and hit the beach at 7am. many many many hills, a few wrong turns, the odd puncture and pit stops. it was in my early days and for me was a life changing experience worst memory standing in the loading bay at embankment place with paperboy (josh) as he told me our friend sebastian lukomski had been killed by a lorry
“Nothing’s really changing out here, it’s just another year and it goes on and on and on and on...”