By Ed Ive
This article originally appeared on VICE UK.
Gathering in covens outside pubs they can’t afford, darting past your bus window as you sit in a jam, or banging on the windows of drivers that nearly run them over, cycle couriers are one of the most distinctive and visible of London’s work tribes. With their cans of Tyskie beer and their tipped up peaks, cut-off tights, and fixies, they’re instantly recognizable. But cycle courier culture isn’t so much rooted in its fashion as the way their unique job makes them relate to each other—they are a network of people who are essentially in competition, but also united by the precarious nature of their work.