Bike Porn Friday was almost a suite of reflections on the obsessive habits that cycling can lead to: a huddle of furtive men (and a few women), rummaging in boxes at a secret pre-sample sale sale in a dark corner of Spitalfields, leading to penury and short-sightedness. But, no. We shall leave that to last night's post. And, instead, have something more pleasant to reflect upon (and possibly more in tune with the growing power of the internet, which has caused it to be switched off aroundabout the Red Sea).
Above you may note three photographs dating from Christmas. Rather than a addition to the roll-call of crap cyclelanes that populate the blogosphere, you instead see the happy workings of a combination of a) a burst water main b) an alert Trois V member c) Thames Water and Camden Council's Twitter line and d) some cheery Bob the Builder types. All these factors combined to repair what was quite a crater, and indeed, flood, on NW1's most over-engineered cycle lane. Of course, it may have been repaired without my intervention, but I can imagine totalitarian powers if I like. They certainly got to it in quickstep.
It's still pretty crap where it meets the perpendicular roads, but what can you do.