shadows of echoes of memories of songs

Yeah, that kind of attention and abuse and stuff (sexist or otherwise, though in my experience it was often sexist) is why I'll never cycle in London again, or indeed probably anywhere. It just feels far to vulnerable a physical and psychological position to be in really, exposed on a bike like that. Although I know not ~all~ other road users are likely to be mean, and not ~all~ blokes are likely to leer and shout stuff out about my body and stuff, I hold out absolutely no hope that the level of hassle and aggression will ever drop to a point where I'd feel ok about putting myself in the line of it. Some people are just horrible, and some men will never stop being leery - I hate to have to accept it but I reckon it is true.