Today I got back from work late and feeling rather guilty for not being able to go out on the bike for four evenings I decided to get a short but fast 15 mile circular route.
Two extremely aggravating episodes occurred that just got my back up enough to mention, good job the ride itself de-stresses me being quite a therapeutic process.
Amongst the usual idiots around rush-hour traffic and the taxi drivers that god knows how they passed their tests all seemed to be going smoothly.. until:
1) 6ft gormless student resembling lummox is at TL/padestrian crossing waiting for lights as almost gridlock cars struggle moving at best. Im in a cycle lane near kerbside going at a nice pace, staring at said lummox, lights still green, get to about 10m from lummox when whilst looking in my direction he walks out in front of me!
I had to slam on the brakes and manouvre, as im shouting at this fool I study him and he's got his damn earphones in and looking rather shocked.
2) Blood has simmered from earlier incident, calm again when im less than a mile from home when a gormless fourty year old chav uses his leg to kick open the door of his parked car, which again I had to swerve (god knows how I did) in a narrow high street zone.
Anyway that is my ramblings of a short friday night ride.. please share your weekly escapades!
Two extremely aggravating episodes occurred that just got my back up enough to mention, good job the ride itself de-stresses me being quite a therapeutic process.
Amongst the usual idiots around rush-hour traffic and the taxi drivers that god knows how they passed their tests all seemed to be going smoothly.. until:
1) 6ft gormless student resembling lummox is at TL/padestrian crossing waiting for lights as almost gridlock cars struggle moving at best. Im in a cycle lane near kerbside going at a nice pace, staring at said lummox, lights still green, get to about 10m from lummox when whilst looking in my direction he walks out in front of me!
I had to slam on the brakes and manouvre, as im shouting at this fool I study him and he's got his damn earphones in and looking rather shocked.
2) Blood has simmered from earlier incident, calm again when im less than a mile from home when a gormless fourty year old chav uses his leg to kick open the door of his parked car, which again I had to swerve (god knows how I did) in a narrow high street zone.
Anyway that is my ramblings of a short friday night ride.. please share your weekly escapades!
