Great ride home today - a WVM let me into the lane to go round a bus, then proceeded to not drive up my chuff revving his head off. No motorbikes tried to go round to my right while I was turning right, and no-one blocked the cycle path onto Southwark Bridge.
It made up for this morning's suicidal antics by other cyclists, which are the top of my list of spoilers for a commute.
I think my commute home was also improved by the fact I resigned today, and the CEO nearly cried
after a lovely cycle in yesterday the cycling gods conspired against me this evening, first getting a puncture, then using up all my Co2 canisters, then having the valve die on me and refuse to hold air.
luckily there was an Evans a couple of miles away so was able to buy a new tube and sort it out..however then had a 20mph headwind to contend with for 10 miles..
I'm still glad I didnt buckle, fold the beast up and take the train tho.
i often ride home with a chap from work who, in the normal scheme of things, is much faster than me, especially when we sprint up a rise before we go our separate ways.
on a normal day, he'll win.
yesterday, however, he got caught at some lights while i got away, so i took it easy and sure enough he caught up. so i upped the pace and used the traffic to get him in front by the bottom of the rise. once he had lifted one hand off the bars for something i attacked and must have won by several lengths.