Last week I took the ice bike every day, which is slow, but surefooted, so I'm happy to ride on chutney coated cycle paths. This week I'm not, so I'm not, so I got a reprieve of whenever it was the last time I had a slow down punishment pass windows down 'use the fucking cycle path'. Today I tried to request a lobby for council path cleaning but he wasn't interested in a conversation. To be honest I think it was a different car, I think the last one was silver and this one was navy. I think. It wasn't as terrifying today, but maybe that's because it paled into indignificance against the cyclist who came after me after I muttered (clearly too loudly) ' well done, you've nearly got lights on' having at the last moment distinguished his feeble flasher from the background of car and street lights.
I didn't answer 'a pointless feeble flasher, have you actually seen what your bike looks like in the dark in traffic' to his 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS IS, EH?', as I was too busy giving it welly to get away from the scary man and wishing I'd kept my sarky thoughts to myself.