Monday evening. Southwards on Kennington Road. About 20 bikes at each light. We all start off, the streetlights illuminate the golden leaves on high arching London Planes, the tarmac is smooth and we, the gatherings of one red light, roll down toward the Oval in no rush whatsoever. Conversations litter our little peleton.
And then, the right turn on to CS7. More bikes than you can shake a stick at. 30 to 40 bikes at each light. I watch out for Susie behind and keep a steady, rolling pace. There's no aggravation, no unpleasantness, just a whole load of people forming a river of bikes south to Clapham. As we rise toward Clapham North the lights thin out a bit as the group stretches - and then collect again in the traffic down to Clapham Common Station. Susie and I turn south and in to the quiet, close roads around Clapham Park. For this time, if only this time, our cares are forgotten.