47 minutes
13.5 miles
Countless potholes avoided that weren't there at the end of last summer
1 f*cking c*nt (of a taxi driver)
1 stupid f*cking cow (of a school-run 4-by-fornicator)
0 potholes hit
0 cars kicked
Pleased to come in slightly faster than going home last night as the ride in is slightly more uphill than the ride home. Still nowhere near last summers times when I was zipping around like Lance Armstrongs bastard half-brother though - all I have now is a backside that feels like Stretch Armstrongs bastard half-brother
This morning reminded me why we are so lucky to live where we are. I wish I had the energy to have broken off the ride and snapped the vista. Maybe in a few weeks.
I ride past this country church that is far too big for the village it sits in and the steeple was illuminated by the early morning sun and backed as it was by the most cloudless azure sky it showed up the intricate brickwork and masonry in all its Norman glory.
A little further on I came out of the shadow of the hedges and through a small wooded area where the sunbeams of pure warmed honey trickled through the branches and massaged my burning thighs made chilly by the early morning air.
On the final uphil run into work over the railway bridge, I struggled pathetically past a couple of surly schoolgirls ambling to their lessons which bought me down to earth again with an embarrasing thud. I was half tempted to get off and walk past feigning a puncture but instead struggled past manfully as though cycling through treacle.
At least I got another stroke of pleasure from the mp3 as Springsteen sang..
Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad, your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance
So familiar yet after a half-year of not being listened to, oh so distant.
Time to do some work
