Despite the appalling traffic and crowds of, as others have observed, fluorescent rain-jacketed cyclists whose riding style and general road sense and courtesy are perhaps not quite what we would all aspire to, today's commute was nearly perfect. Fresh, bright, a gentle headwind to make sure I didn't get too lazy, a cheery chap who tinkled his bell at me because I think he wanted to squeeze past the traffic waiting at the red light and he clearly thought that his bike would fit where mine definitely wouldn't, and who grinned when I turned round and rang my bell back at him; splendid bright views across the Thames, nose-to-tail traffic on Waterloo Bridge (and therefore a good opportunity to practise low speed bike-handling skills).
Only marred by the fact that our trainee (yes, the patronising helmet-preaching one) has locked her stupid bike in the place where I like to lock mine. If the ride hadn't been so agreeable, I might have been tempted to take advantage of the fact that the way she had locked her bike up would have enabled me to turn her bike completely upside down and out of my way.
