I fully acknowledge that it was actually the numptiest of nice but dim numpties who finally "got me" on the railway path on Friday after 26 relatively uneventful years, but the macho boys on the path depress me hugely - some mornings it feels like being back in the locker room at school - with the reek of godawful "cologne" as they invent a third lane, and their total inability to empathise with the pedestrians they whizz past from behind while chasing the arse of the one in front.
This morning was possibly worse than usual because I was very late leaving the house and doubtless so were they.
It actually started with a guy nearly as old as me whizzing around a blind corner by the nursery and primary school, and as I carefully made my way to the path past the parents and children, two gormless idiots shot past me as if competing in a downhill MTB race .. the next notable one completely ignored the small boy wobbling in his way across the path to an exit.
With my colleague now working late so he can take Fridays off for childcare, it's definitely time for me to start half an hour earlier.
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My dodgy wrist had an interesting benefit this morning.
I left it too late to drop down to the granny on my token hill and couldn't face dropping the chain and putting even more strain on my thumb getting it back on so just though "sod it" and climbed it on my middle sprocket at a fairly respectable pace.
Then I sprinted down the outside of the traffic queue - having had a near miss on the inside on Friday .. (when I crossed back to the inside, lo and behold there was
another car driver unfamiliar with the need to indicate when turning left across the cycle lane ....)
I reckon I'll be well up for an evening ride on Thursday
Drivers who don't indicate really make me angry.
