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I’m sitting twiddling my thumbs waiting for our goodies to be picked up to be shipped to Sydney so we can ride off into the sunset uninhibited. I’m hungry and exhausted, and still have the looming day of awkwardly riding our touring frames through traffic without our couriering bags on our backs and instead the panniers on our rear racks.

So much of couriering is the swift fast habits of the days repetitive motions, so this job is something new now, I have to manage to find a way of having my radio close enough to my ears so to hear the calls of 442 from my controller without my work bag (I am stuffing it in my bum bag and strapping it over my shoulder if your interested in how genius I am).

This week was hectically fun, I constantly apologised to my controllers for messing them around to make sure I finished early enough to get to a bank or start late enough to watch the shipping being taken and giving people the time on the streets to chat and say goodbye with the consiquence of making the me late for jobs.

But in the hectic week there have been absolute golden moments. Like the late night nude photo shoot in central London for the London Courier Emergency Fund annual nude messenger calendar. In the brightly lit tunnel on Beech St, I rode with nothing between me and my saddle. It was the most fun I have had in a long time.

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This was me as I was calmly gathering myself to let the boobs swing.

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Another golden moment will be tomorrow evening, when we say our goodbyes to our friends at Leather Lane, the local hangout, with our bikes loaded up with 70 miles ahead of us after 50 miles ridden for work that day.

Jorja

 


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