Binners- Yep, that’s the route! Riding in Manc was the best education for road riding I’ve ever had, it was complete mayhem from start to finish. The buses aren’t as bad as the taxi drivers to be honest, Rusholme was a law unto itself, and the back streets in Didsbury weren’t much better. The amount of Range Rovers purposely aiming for you was fun.
I was once spat at by a roadie coming the other way one morning, on a long quiet back lane. He saw me riding towards him from about 300 yards away too, the swine.
To be fair, I attribute all the bother I had being down to the fact that I’m not an attractive young lady, riding a shopper, with a flouncy skirt, headphones in, and running red lights without a care in the world. They never have any bother.