Nice bit of commuting yesterday, detouring around the Isle of Dogs both ways. It's lovely cycling there: traffic volumes are low and there are very few traffic lights. On the way home I went all the way around without putting a foot down.
On the way in I surprised a fellow cyclist. I was stopped at a red light when a bloke on a nondescript MTB pulls up next to me.
Him: Wanna race?
Me: No thanks, I leave that for the weekends. (OK, I lied, but I no longer race/chase on my commutes).
Him: *laugh* OK.
The light turns green, I put myself into motion the way I usually do: like a sprinter.
Him: {expletives not fit for print}.
And I learned something last night. A 45 minute spin class is a great warm-up for the 45 minute commute home.