Exciting times on the commute this evening!
A car ahead of me had its exhaust hanging so low that it was bouncing off the speed bumps. I half-heartedly gave chase to let the driver know, as the style of driving suggested they hadn't a clue, but I gave up when it turned into Firth Moor.
Later, a cyclist came off down Polam Lane - his front wheel skidded on a can of Kestrel hidden in the leafmulch. I occasionally think it's a shame they tarmacced Polam Lane, but the nearly-unique milky blue Darlo cobbles can be murder in the wet. His Halfords road bike seemed to survive the impact fairly well, though he was a bit shaken. I straightened his bars (threaded headset, the top nut needs a fair bit of tightening) and bashed his brake lever back into place. Funnily enough, we work on the same site, but he was going to work and I was going home. He was alright, if a bit shaky, and as he had a mate nearby who'd give him a lift, he went off that way rather than towards work.