I needed to go home rather than go to see Steph
To get myself in the right mindset, I headed over Lambeth Bridge to put a couple of extra miles in.
Stopped at a red light on Embankment, I saw a chap zip across the other way onto Chelsea Bridge. It looked like Wascally Weasel. Well, he had the cap and the pirate jersey, but he was clean shaven.
I rode on, and over Albert Bridge, remembering to break step (it's very hard on fixed, I can tell you!), and I stopped at the lights. There, emerging from Battersea Park, was that same chap, riding a blue Ribble. It was Wascally!
But, by the time the lights had changed and I'd negotiated a right turn, he was almost out of sight. I rode hard to catch him, but got caught myself by yet another red light.
He hadn't escaped, though, as there was a section of road closed by Police tape because of a collision. He turned back just in time for me to hail him and ride in his direction. We took the Thames Path for a little while, then we went through Wandsworth, where the motor traffic was having a very hard time. Wascally showed me some good roads cutting through to Putney Hill, and then he turned off for home.
I rode on up to the top, scalping a guy on a Cannondale, which surprised me. Then down through Wimbledon and towards Rose Hill. Rather than go straight up, which is tedious and can be a bit yuk with cars, I went round the side, and took Green Wrythe Lane to get me towards home.
A good ride with good company.
