After yesterdays (un)eventful trip to London, the highlights being the train journey there, where karma got some justice, and the train journey back with the hideous chewing gorgon evil twin, I didn’t expect a fast pace into work. Hell, I didn’t even expect to cycle into work to be honest.

Morning Commute:
Total Distance: 10.70 miles
Total Time: 38m 21s
Max Speed: 33.1mph
Avg Speed: 16.7mph
Max H/Rate: 182bpm
Avg H/Rate: 152bpm
Cadence: 85rpm

Commute was good, but what I still can’t understand is the mentality of some drivers, pedestrians  and cyclists. Drivers driving company vehicles especially

Drivers: watching an large ‘utilities’ company van cut up a cyclist to beat a red light – leaving the cyclist stranded in the middle of a temporary traffic light area, or a taxi driver clearly jumping a red behind me (I went through on orange) and then getting pissed off because he couldn’t pull back into the lane in front of me as I was going too fast – this after an old man in a red car had jumped the red and become equally pissed off… The look of frustration on his face as he passed me made me want to punch the old cunt in the face.

Pedestrians: wandering out into the middle of the road without looking as a bike at 20mph has to come to an abrupt halt, then smirking and walking away – which happened to me twice today – with the second one nearly making me fall off my bike despite the ignorant cunt looking at me and slowing down – he still walked in front of me and I had to stop. He smirked as I questioned his uselessness of life, which made me want to throw my bike at him. These are the same pedestrians that whinge if they see a cyclist on the pavement… These are the same ignorant cunts that walk out without looking.

Cyclists: I watched two cyclists have a battle all the way down Oxford Road. Not a bad thing really? Until you realise that they jumped 5 sets of lights whilst I was in the vicinity… These twats just make my life and every other law abiding cyclists life a misery because we are all tarred with the same brush.

I don’t understand why we are all tarred with the same brush though. Its like me suggesting that all French people are baby killers because of that couple who have been found with 8 dead babies in their house… Its like me suggesting that all Austrians are depraved incestuous people after Mr Fritzel. Its like suggesting that all doctors are megalomaniacs because of Harold Shipman. Its like suggesting that all overweight people are lazy twats. Its like suggesting that all the people who read this blog have no fucking life…

Evening Commute (Well Mid Afternoon Actually!)
Total Distance: 10.18 miles
Total Time: 37m 16s
Max Speed: 30.4mph
Avg Speed: 16.4mph
Max H/Rate: 181bpm
Avg H/Rate: 154bpm
Cadence: 83rpm
Mid afternoon commutes are normally much more pleasant than any other commute – probably because its not full of dickweeds that think they are in charge of whatever they think they are in charge of – which of course, we all know they aren’t in charge of.

This afternoon was no different as I made my way down Wilmslow Road towards the Fallowfield Loop.

I came off a bit early, and headed to Denton Roundabout, where I witnessed an RLJ by a woman in a car with a numberplate that stands out a mile ;)

The only other issue I had was with another woman (running theme today) who didn’t like the fact I had taken the lane at a difficult junction (left turn or straight ahead, but a tight squeeze of two lanes) so tried to overtake me on the right to swing in front of me. Of course, I was going much faster than she anticipated and she had to stop in her lane to pull back in behind me – refraining, I might add, from using that big fucking orange thing on the side of her vehicle. Poor driver!!

I gave her a glance – nothing malicious, and off I went.

Round the corner she was turning left and I was going straight ahead, so as she approached me on the left, she slowed down and glared at me… WTF? I gave her the wagging finger of disapproval and carried on on my merry way… Again though, the silly bitch did it in a car with a registration plate that stands out a mile ;)

Thats it. Nothing more to report. Its been a rather pleasant cycling week in all honesty, and I’m glad I decided to cycle and not train in – although I am on the train tomorrow, as am venturing out straight after work for drinks – and lots of them… Must remember to have something to eat!!!