Last night's ride was horrible
On the road between 2130-2200. Some shitstain in a Range Rover not only nearly mowed me down from behind on London Bridge, when he did swerve around me, it was severe enough to cause a little squeak of his tyres. He then apologised for his ridiculous behavior by swerving back in front of me and brake checking me. Then 2 other drivers had a good crack at killing me later in the journey. I saw 3 cyclists RLJ, and 9, yes 9, car drivers RLJ. One of whom did it in the lane next to a Police car. Whose driver and passenger decided that it would be too much work to do anything about it. After all, who hasn't just driven through a red light from time to time, it's not like it's against the rules or anything.
I hate riding late at night.
I was still nervous this morning, but had an easy ride. The only annoyance was my fucking piece of shit mirror. Oh, and the wanker on a Cervelo who overtook me so close that he hit my shitty mirror. And the Darwin Award candidate who tried to undertake a left turning bus (mid-turn), then got irate about nearly being turned into hamburger meat. If anyone fell over on that bus when the driver dropped the anchors to save your skin, it's on your conscience. Dickhead.
I did have a nice cup of coffee when I arrived at my morning cafe though. Hey-ho. Hopefully this mood will lift and I'll be more relaxed on the way home tonight. I've cancelled going to a thing after work so I don't have to suffer another night of shitty drivers. Traffic jams are a godsend for cycling safety.