- Location
- Glasgow
Today I finished work early
I don't like cycling home in rush hour: sod it, I'm not taking the cycling lane full of broken glass, swamped by lycra enclosed bums above skinny tyres, bumped by slimy cobbles, swerved by undulating umbrellas.
Wanna go home, see my cat, have my dinner: hit the road, Pat!
No, my dear Hampden Cabs, you are not passing me, you, lady in the yellow car, you can stay in your lane, the lights are green, I'm going first.
Yes, there's the lights to the park: you, 6 foot tall cyclist just out of the path, will you rlj? Yes! Even though you have to wait in the middle of the road or you'll get squashed, should know better at your age.
Go, Pat, go! Out of the park, a little pavement shortcut (well, the new fun fare caravans are blocking my way) join the main road, all the way into the dual carriage, I'm still not taking the cycling lane, and that's it!
Up the hill, let the gigantic trailer thing go first .... wait, somebody behind me .... ha, ha, the 6 foot cyclist has not gained time from his rlj .... glee! He passes me in a flash, but I got there first with my wee legs, fat tyres, stopping at the red light.
At the big junction, take primary, down the hill, up the hill again, still in middle third gear: why is this 4x4 cruising slowly next to me? Is he going to overtake me closely, turn left just along? Is it a weirdo?
I am ready to give him/her THE LOOK ... but .... NO! It's the lbs man, shouting that my new bottom bracket is ready for collection, great!
I don't like cycling home in rush hour: sod it, I'm not taking the cycling lane full of broken glass, swamped by lycra enclosed bums above skinny tyres, bumped by slimy cobbles, swerved by undulating umbrellas.Wanna go home, see my cat, have my dinner: hit the road, Pat!
No, my dear Hampden Cabs, you are not passing me, you, lady in the yellow car, you can stay in your lane, the lights are green, I'm going first.
Yes, there's the lights to the park: you, 6 foot tall cyclist just out of the path, will you rlj? Yes! Even though you have to wait in the middle of the road or you'll get squashed, should know better at your age.
Go, Pat, go! Out of the park, a little pavement shortcut (well, the new fun fare caravans are blocking my way) join the main road, all the way into the dual carriage, I'm still not taking the cycling lane, and that's it!
Up the hill, let the gigantic trailer thing go first .... wait, somebody behind me .... ha, ha, the 6 foot cyclist has not gained time from his rlj .... glee! He passes me in a flash, but I got there first with my wee legs, fat tyres, stopping at the red light.
At the big junction, take primary, down the hill, up the hill again, still in middle third gear: why is this 4x4 cruising slowly next to me? Is he going to overtake me closely, turn left just along? Is it a weirdo?
I am ready to give him/her THE LOOK ... but .... NO! It's the lbs man, shouting that my new bottom bracket is ready for collection, great!
