Last night, there were dozy drivers everywhere, from the concrete pumper driver veering across lanes at E&C via endless people drifting across Give Ways to block the CS, to the guy on the Mitcham Common RAB who saw me, stopped (as he should), then drifted forward again.
Three times I had to shout 'No!' to idiots.
But this morning, I came into work early. I had a good ride, clear as it was of motorists* (relatively). I added a bit to the ride, going up to Tower Bridge to look at the river. My average at that point was 25kph. I tried hard to keep that up, but through the back streets of Southwark, I can't. I ended up with a 24.8kph average. Normally, I'd be very happy with that, but because I'd seen the 25, it was a bit of a let-down
* Yes. After a daft motorist pulled sharply into the bus lane rather than wait the two seconds it was taking for another car to pull out of the way, I reminded him about his mirrors and indicators. He said I was riding 'in the middle of the road'. Well, in the middle of the bus lane, yeah, but ISTR it was another car that was in his way, not me. And I pointed out he was in the middle of the road,
and the left,
and the right
He wound his window up. I waved goodbye, as I was off, and he was still stuck in between other fat arses like himself.