...and relax!
First two thirds of this mornings ride in were pretty darn good. The final third was pretty dire.
I bore witness to someone on a road bike undertaking traffic, and when the gap wasn't large enough using the pavement. I passed him at some point, then later on he undertook me using the gap between curb and left bar end with some actually quite impressive speed. He continued on and shot through a pelican crossing at red. Par for the course and hardly worth mentioning, but my commute seems to coincide regularly with this tw4t and I found his undertake a little unnerving.
Then, on the next stretch, I had to swerve into oncoming traffic forcing a car to steadily brake, so that I could avoid getting knocked off by someone who pulled into the right hand lane (the space I was at that time occupying) without looking or signalling. Good job the spidy senses are working well!
Inevitably I passed the driver within a few meters and shouted something. I can't remember what it said, but a fellow cyclist caught my attention and gave me a thumbs up whilst we were waiting at the next set of lights.
The final leg of my commute is 40 mph dual carriageway, of which I have to make a right turn into the work car park. This normally goes very well, the lights go green and I sprint up to about thirty miles an hour opening up a gap between myself and the car behind, before signally right and negotiating my way across the traffic to reach the filter lane. Not this morning though. Firstly a taxi driver undertakes before I'm out of the left hand lane and whilst I'm still negotiating with the driver flanking me in the right hand lane before I fully commit to swapping lanes. The driver in the right hand lane follows me into the filter, and as I floor it to cross a gap in the oncoming carriageway he does the same, but pulling across me and cutting me up as we head into the car park.
Commuting has been pretty good in general over the last few months, so I'm sorry for the wee ranty moan here.