Following a glorious sunrise through the kitchen window I was out puffy-eyed, tired and jaded but on time; despite struggling to drag myself out of bed.
The outside was overcast with a smattering of thankfully inconsequential rain; a shade warmer than yesterday. The bike felt buttery smooth and slick thanks to last night's freshly waxed chain and new jockey wheel
Traffic sucked again; I belligerently turned right across a bus that was creeping into the yellow box outside a junction that filters into the bus lane (which every morning is typically occupied by self-gratification artists) - only to later notice he was signalling to legitimately turn left so I was in the wrong. Slow wits and grumbing ego meant I failed to acknowledge my wrongdoing / apologise, which I regret... so in this instance I was the prick.
Once up to speed on the main road I crept past a couple of cars on the outside, which a bit later apparently made a show of accelating to overtake just so that they could hit the brakes when they reached the inevitable, obvious queueing traffic ahead. Rolling along at a reasonable pace I'd caught them again soon enough and despite one muppet in a pickup's apparent attempt to block my passage by pulling right over to the white line, I had plenty of room to sail past on the empty opposite side of the road, leaving them all for dead as they ground to a halt at the back of the static column of traffic.
While I always try to be law-abiding and respectful of everyone else on the road, this morning was one of those that very much provoked an attitude of "f*ck you and the problems your selfishness and stupidy have created that I now have to overcome" towards all the muppets parked in their tin boxes, along with the crap infrastructure provided by a council who clearly don't give a toss about making any meaningful changes to accommodate cyclists.
Had some dickhead pedestrian apparently swear at me on the tow path after I thanked him for stopping as I approached and slowed to a near-halt (with plenty of room) to let an oncoming cyclist pass on the other side - not quite sure what he'd have preferred me to have done. Maybe I'd have done everyone a favour by heartily punting him into the river as I passed at speed. Also not quite sure if I'd have been less irritated had I taken him to task over it, or just let it slide as I did.
Disappointed by this morning's three sausages which were decidedly below par.
Other than that not a lot to report - a mediocre ride at best but as usual it felt good stepping out into the fresh air, and as always was infinitely preferable to the inevitable self-defeating misery of taking the car.
