It was at once a rare horrible cycling experience, and yet, in some ways, unsurprising. I was riding down Brick Lane one unremarkable winter’s afternoon, when I heard the taxi driver come up behind me. I knew he was going quickly, and I braced myself.
Brick Lane is a single-lane, one-way street running three quarters of a mile between Whitechapel and Shoreditch in East London. While often chock full of pedestrians visiting the many restaurants, bars,