Roadie (commute) 29:00 [3] 13.0 km (2:14 / km)
slept:7.0 shoes: Mongoose Roadie
Today I planned a pleasant, gentle potter into work on a nice sunny day. Saw a few roadies and smiled at them. Smiled at the confused pedestrians, and the angry car drivers, and even john's rooster who was hiding in some reeds near the horse place. Then, my peaceful day was shattered by.... wait for it... commuters. Awful, tartan jacket-wearing, zigzagging middle-aged men. Over-lycrad fairweather roadie wannabes. Arrogant, girl-hating courier bag-toting idiots. One patch of sunlight and they suddenly all crawl out of whatever rock they hide under from the rain. All i wanted was to be left alone to pootle along, but they were everywhere. They fanged past on the left, cut me off on the corners, shouted at me, anything they could to get past, before slowing down so much that even without pedalling i was gaining on them. So eventually when they were wheezing so much i thought it was over, i would try to inch past and they would block me, almost knocking me off my bike, then give one more dying surge to stay in front. When i eventually got angry and rode away hard, they caught me at the lights, then got ahead by riding across the traffic, forcing cars to STOP for them. Then one of them TOLD ME OFF! When i passed him because i was going so slow i was about to topple over in front of an oncoming car. Then...
Oh man now i know how Tricky feels ALL THE TIME.
I'm going to start an anti-bike riding campaign. NOONE should be allowed to except me. And perhaps a few hand-picked roadies or it would be boring.
Roadie (commute) 31:00 [2] 13.0 km (2:23 / km)
shoes: Mongoose Roadie
Another uneventful commute home, except tRicky ignored me again but that's hardly an event any more