If you'd asked me last night what I would blog about today I would have said that life is rubbish and I would blog about the a*sehole cyclists who continually cut me up on the way to work, swerve in front of me and then get smug about pulling ahead when the only way they've done so is to skip a red light.
Yes, I had a bad day yesterday and was full of the rage.
But that's all changed this morning.
Last night I burned off the rage by cycling hard all the way home. I whizzed through the streets and made fabulous time. Adding to my joy I shared part of my journey with a rather nice young man on a swanky drop-bar bike. He was behind me for part of the journey and overtook at some traffic lights where I was unwilling to filter because of my panniers (they're just too wide).
I was then behind him for a short span and we crept up to a red light together. And he really crept. I sat behind but he saw and pushed himself forward. It was only when we were side by side in the advance bike box that I realised his reluctance to completely stop. He was single speed(they're harder to get going).
I apologised saying if I'd realised I'd have hung back farther. He laughed and said I was welcome to overtake as he'd been trying to keep up with me for ages because I was going so fast.
That combined with the beautiful sunshine today have combined to make me a much happier weenie. Marvellous.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Thursday, 4 March 2010
When potholes go bad
'Come out, come out wherever you are!'
This is the call being made to my lady bits this morning. They have retreated after I hit the mother of all potholes last night.
I don't know if it was the angle or depth but I had turned to check on the cars behind me, turned back and SMACK!
The car driver behind apologised profusely after hearing my gentle words floating on the breeze....
MOTHERF***ER!
I tried to indicate that the fault was not his but was in no state to gesticulate accurately. Reg seems ok and I managed to get home but as soon as I could I got into the living room and lay down on the floor. Mr Weenie was very supportive... once he'd stopped laughing anyway. I may never let him near me again AND I was wearing padded leggings. I can't bear the thought of the damage had I been wearing unpadded.
Free and effective contraception thanks to the road authorities. Lovely.
This is the call being made to my lady bits this morning. They have retreated after I hit the mother of all potholes last night.
I don't know if it was the angle or depth but I had turned to check on the cars behind me, turned back and SMACK!
The car driver behind apologised profusely after hearing my gentle words floating on the breeze....
MOTHERF***ER!
I tried to indicate that the fault was not his but was in no state to gesticulate accurately. Reg seems ok and I managed to get home but as soon as I could I got into the living room and lay down on the floor. Mr Weenie was very supportive... once he'd stopped laughing anyway. I may never let him near me again AND I was wearing padded leggings. I can't bear the thought of the damage had I been wearing unpadded.
Free and effective contraception thanks to the road authorities. Lovely.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
SPRING!
Hurrah, it's finally here!
Last night I set off in what looked almost like daylight and arrived home in a balmy dusk. Glorious.
I have to admit that with the continual rain of recent weeks and not being well last week I was starting to worry that the bloom was off the rose and I was losing the love. It's not the case though and lastnight reawakened my passion. This was especially important given that I had the headwind from hell this morning so needed the rosy glow of last night to keep me going.
The bike racks at work are steadily filling and, this afternoon, I have to man the Ride to Work stall at Employee Wellbeing Day to recruit more people to the cause.
Colleagues are starting to give me envious looks as I head off into the evening breeze and I have a feeling the sudden arrival of spring will have a beneficial effect on getting people involved in cycling.
Whoop!
Last night I set off in what looked almost like daylight and arrived home in a balmy dusk. Glorious.
I have to admit that with the continual rain of recent weeks and not being well last week I was starting to worry that the bloom was off the rose and I was losing the love. It's not the case though and lastnight reawakened my passion. This was especially important given that I had the headwind from hell this morning so needed the rosy glow of last night to keep me going.
The bike racks at work are steadily filling and, this afternoon, I have to man the Ride to Work stall at Employee Wellbeing Day to recruit more people to the cause.
Colleagues are starting to give me envious looks as I head off into the evening breeze and I have a feeling the sudden arrival of spring will have a beneficial effect on getting people involved in cycling.
Whoop!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
The downside of sunshine
I came in obscenely early this morning and it was lovely.
The sky was a hazy blue, the traffic was fairly light and I was in short leggings for the first time in what seems like an age.
The sun came up and WHAM!
I had actually forgotten just how bright the sun can be. Right in the eyes going over the hill in Acton.
The weather's been so bad in the last couple of months I'd completely forgotten about the perils of the sun. Luckily my new contacts mean I can put the smoked lenses into my cycling glasses and be fine but I was, of course, in my normal glasses this morning. Sigh.
The sky was a hazy blue, the traffic was fairly light and I was in short leggings for the first time in what seems like an age.
The sun came up and WHAM!
I had actually forgotten just how bright the sun can be. Right in the eyes going over the hill in Acton.
The weather's been so bad in the last couple of months I'd completely forgotten about the perils of the sun. Luckily my new contacts mean I can put the smoked lenses into my cycling glasses and be fine but I was, of course, in my normal glasses this morning. Sigh.
Monday, 1 March 2010
A polite 'excuse me' would not have gone amiss
Grrrrrrr
This morning I was sailing in having finally recovered from whatever hideous bug I managed to catch last week. I heard the unmistakable sound of sirens at high speed somewhere behind me.
I was near a junction but stationary cars were quite close in on the cycle lane leading to the advance stop line and I decided to quickly stop and check the emergency vehicle wasn't in my lane. If so I reckoned the cars ahead would want to pull into the cycle lane to get out of the way. I stopped and looked.
It was a police car at high speed but wasn't in my lane. There were a couple of cyclists behind me and, as I resaddled to pull away one of them pushed past me. The car next to us was on the line demarcating the cycle lane and I have panniers so had to lean really far over. I was so shocked by his rudeness that I just gaped in horror.
He pulled into a side road about 100 yards later so I didn't have time to vocalise my anger. As it was all I would have done is point out that a polite 'excuse me' was all that was required.
I was about to move off anyway but would have let him through.
I know it sounds ridiculous but I'm still angry now. The lack of common courtesy on the road really gets my goat. I mean really. Harumph!
This morning I was sailing in having finally recovered from whatever hideous bug I managed to catch last week. I heard the unmistakable sound of sirens at high speed somewhere behind me.
I was near a junction but stationary cars were quite close in on the cycle lane leading to the advance stop line and I decided to quickly stop and check the emergency vehicle wasn't in my lane. If so I reckoned the cars ahead would want to pull into the cycle lane to get out of the way. I stopped and looked.
It was a police car at high speed but wasn't in my lane. There were a couple of cyclists behind me and, as I resaddled to pull away one of them pushed past me. The car next to us was on the line demarcating the cycle lane and I have panniers so had to lean really far over. I was so shocked by his rudeness that I just gaped in horror.
He pulled into a side road about 100 yards later so I didn't have time to vocalise my anger. As it was all I would have done is point out that a polite 'excuse me' was all that was required.
I was about to move off anyway but would have let him through.
I know it sounds ridiculous but I'm still angry now. The lack of common courtesy on the road really gets my goat. I mean really. Harumph!
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