48 minutes
13.5 miles
5 potholes avoided that weren't there at the end of last summer
2 potholes not avoided that weren't there at the end of last summer
2 f*cking arseholes
1 where the f*ck do you think you're going
1 badly aimed right footed swipe at the rear quarter panel of a blue Mondeo
1 ticking off from the police man travelling a few more cars behind
1 sore arse (from the bike seat if you puhleeese)
Fortunately as Plod finished reprimanding me he set off in pursuit of the Mondeo for what I hope was a much sterner ticking off as even by the policemans own admission the Mondeo had no right to squeeze through between me and the bus turning right. Although I do now accept that kicking out at passing cars who have p*ssed me off is not the wisest move as a defenceless cyclist. But if you don't ride aggressively....
On the positive side I didnt have too much trouble with the big long hill thats between work and home. Shame it can't be said of the mobile fish and chip van which was dragging me relentlessly into its orbit. By sheer willpower alone I carried on. Just the one pint at the Plough as well but heck, thats near as dammit home anyway so it was hardly an interruption. The first airing of the mp3 player since last summer also bought back some Fratelli-induced good memories so not all bad...
I wonder how long before I am back to last summers average times of 32/33 minutes.
Masochistic as it may seem, the sportsman in me tells me its good to feel my thighs burning again...a bit how I'd expect them to feel after swimming pool sex which gave me plenty to think about on the way home....
