Last night's commute had a magical moment. Coming down Upper Tooting Road is very frustrating, because there is always a queue of traffic doing stupid things, and idiots pulling out from the side roads without looking for cyclists. But, just once, last night, there were four of us cyclists - me, a Bianchi, a Rockhopper and a Marin hybrid - swooping down the hill with no traffic at all on our shoulders, nothing ahead till we got near Broadway, and nobody appearing from side roads. No random pedestrians, either, and the lights on all the junctions & crossings were green. Big big smiles.