What a lovely ride in this morning
Expecting Friday legs and slightly nervey about coming back early doors on a half day (to coach the school 11 year old girls team in their half term football tournament)
But right from the off it was quick, some wind around so it must have been behind me, not that quick, it was Friday after all but it was fast and it felt good, beautiful day, sunny but just fresh enough to feel good, I had a Specalized top on I don't wear much, it's a bit short and only two pockets, but now I've lost a bit of weight it feels rather smart, tight and very bold black and red, and the dead fast retro Peugeot socks with the dead fast chequered bands around the ankle.
And it was a good ride, there was a fair bit of nonsense but it was one of those days when you see it all early and react well and it's all cool
Rolled up to the massive crossroads after Mile End tube heading East and scowled every so slightly at a cop car in the ASL, wait for the lights to change, slight pause while peds run across late, off we go, check right and a people mover with two men of Asian ethic background comes sailing through a red light, utterly late and badly out of order, I let out a lusty bellow of 'self-gratification artists' with a one fingered salute, someone toots their horn, maybe them at me, as if by magic I hear sirens and see lights as the cop car gets after them in the moment of the finger, outstanding, happy happy, the cops are forgiven
Bishopsgate, rolling slowly in primary in the left lane, see the car in the right lane start to decide he's going to move into the left, hold primary, level with the front window, he must see me right? not really, when he's real close a sharp double slap from the palm to his passenger window brings an impressive 5mph emergency stop from him, and a face of bewilderment like his car has been hit by a meteorite
A good stab at a sprint finish over London Bridge to erm ... finish and then sit at desk with just the right level of happy triumphant glow rather than sweat
and the daughter's useless kids' football team that I saw this time last year (terrible) did quite well, in part thanks to me storming up and down the line howling every cliche under the sun 'push up', 'spread out for christ's sake', 'you're not in a knitting circle', 'get to the ball', 'heads up', 'concenrate', 'you don't need four defenders, we've got the ball', 'mark that one, you can't just let them stand there' and an awful lot more ... went all four games undefeated, four clean sheets and a single win to secure third place, yeeha
a frankly levered in bbq with some toothsome ribs emergency defrosted and some bargain chicken legs dignified with reggae reggae sauce to end the day, sweet and it's good weather all weekend init?
looking forward to the summer's cycling after some recent slightly grumpy rides
life is good peeps, never forget it
Expecting Friday legs and slightly nervey about coming back early doors on a half day (to coach the school 11 year old girls team in their half term football tournament)
But right from the off it was quick, some wind around so it must have been behind me, not that quick, it was Friday after all but it was fast and it felt good, beautiful day, sunny but just fresh enough to feel good, I had a Specalized top on I don't wear much, it's a bit short and only two pockets, but now I've lost a bit of weight it feels rather smart, tight and very bold black and red, and the dead fast retro Peugeot socks with the dead fast chequered bands around the ankle.
And it was a good ride, there was a fair bit of nonsense but it was one of those days when you see it all early and react well and it's all cool
Rolled up to the massive crossroads after Mile End tube heading East and scowled every so slightly at a cop car in the ASL, wait for the lights to change, slight pause while peds run across late, off we go, check right and a people mover with two men of Asian ethic background comes sailing through a red light, utterly late and badly out of order, I let out a lusty bellow of 'self-gratification artists' with a one fingered salute, someone toots their horn, maybe them at me, as if by magic I hear sirens and see lights as the cop car gets after them in the moment of the finger, outstanding, happy happy, the cops are forgiven
Bishopsgate, rolling slowly in primary in the left lane, see the car in the right lane start to decide he's going to move into the left, hold primary, level with the front window, he must see me right? not really, when he's real close a sharp double slap from the palm to his passenger window brings an impressive 5mph emergency stop from him, and a face of bewilderment like his car has been hit by a meteorite
A good stab at a sprint finish over London Bridge to erm ... finish and then sit at desk with just the right level of happy triumphant glow rather than sweat
and the daughter's useless kids' football team that I saw this time last year (terrible) did quite well, in part thanks to me storming up and down the line howling every cliche under the sun 'push up', 'spread out for christ's sake', 'you're not in a knitting circle', 'get to the ball', 'heads up', 'concenrate', 'you don't need four defenders, we've got the ball', 'mark that one, you can't just let them stand there' and an awful lot more ... went all four games undefeated, four clean sheets and a single win to secure third place, yeeha
a frankly levered in bbq with some toothsome ribs emergency defrosted and some bargain chicken legs dignified with reggae reggae sauce to end the day, sweet and it's good weather all weekend init?
looking forward to the summer's cycling after some recent slightly grumpy rides
life is good peeps, never forget it