... my mum's oldest friends, Maureen and Martin's, house. Popped in to their's on the offchance and ended up with a cuppa and a bowl of strawberries and icecream. Yum!!!!!!!!!!!! Best of all... it was free (",)
And stopping at their's for an hour meant I missed rush hour traffic, so every driver on the way home gave me loads of space and I saw a really nice sunset.
Perfect. Must pop in more often! Got home in a really good mood (",)
Saturday 28 August 2010
Tuesday 24 August 2010
PB!!!!
16.1mph average to work today Whoop! (25 miles). Yay... quite good for me. Got scalped by a woman on the way home when I was struggling against a 21mph head wind... and she was just "cruising" :( have managed to convince myself that it was probably a professional Team GB rider :)
Yay... Red Bikes is back!!!!
Whoop welcome back mate, hope you are much better x x x missed your comments x x x and you must fill me on the "bitch" LOL. tell me who it is :)
Wednesday 4 August 2010
Another idiot
So today I was riding through roadworks and I had two close overtakes (too close!) with there only being room for one car width really because the road is coned. These road works have been there for ages and sometimes, if there is not too much gravel or road furniture on the inside of the cones, I do ride on the inside. So I was just contemplating going on the inside of the cones for my own safety when, yet again, another blast on the horn from an impatient driver wanting to get past (I wouldn't mind but it's a slight downhill stretch and I'm doing about 23mph so I'm not really holding them up).
So I looked behind and he was about 6 inches off my back wheel. No room at all to overtake unless he was planning on ramming me into the cones. So I decided on this occasion, although there was no road furniture on the inside of the cones, that it is still unlawful for me to be in them and, as such, I adjusted my road position ... so that I sat my slow ass in front of his big fast car... all the way through the road works :)
Then I gave him a cheery wave goodbye (of the two finger variety) as he drove off in a huff at the end, much to the amusement of two pedestrians.
So I looked behind and he was about 6 inches off my back wheel. No room at all to overtake unless he was planning on ramming me into the cones. So I decided on this occasion, although there was no road furniture on the inside of the cones, that it is still unlawful for me to be in them and, as such, I adjusted my road position ... so that I sat my slow ass in front of his big fast car... all the way through the road works :)
Then I gave him a cheery wave goodbye (of the two finger variety) as he drove off in a huff at the end, much to the amusement of two pedestrians.
Tuesday 3 August 2010
After yesterday...
... had a really pleasant ride through Solihull on my way back from work. In fact, it was a bit uncanny. Perhaps all the drivers saw my violent racism yesterday and decided to keep away from the nutter cyclist LOL.
Am now combining my commute with the train one way. Knocks it down to about 38 miles, and cuts out the hills on the way back, which means I have got the energy to do it more often. I'm not sure I'm going to make my 5000 this year unless I REALLY get my finger out.
Am now combining my commute with the train one way. Knocks it down to about 38 miles, and cuts out the hills on the way back, which means I have got the energy to do it more often. I'm not sure I'm going to make my 5000 this year unless I REALLY get my finger out.
Monday 2 August 2010
On a happier note...
... I found out my blog follower Red Bikes is ok, after his collision with a car. Get well soon matey xx
Grrr....
Sometimes I do wonder why I cycle.
First some bint overtakes me and then realises there is a central bollard, so swerves back in to avoid it almost hitting me. Stupid bitch. My only consolation was knowing that she was more shit up about than I was.
And then some bloke toots his horn at me from behind (I know why) but then moves to the next lane and gets stuck in traffic. So I hammered on his window and said "what is your problem mate" and he shouts "you were in the middle of the road!" (told you I knew why... soooo predictable). So I then enter into a tirade of abuse pointing out to him in no uncertain terms that at a junction when I'm going straight on I'm entitled to be in the middle of the lane and he should read the f*ckin' highway code and I'm not one of his little women that's gonna move out of the way for him and besides, where did he f*ckin learn to drive? India?. You may have guessed that he was indian, and I'm not proud of my racist abuse, in fact, now I've calmed down, I think maybe I should have just reminded him of the rules of the road calmly because I've done absolutely nothing for the cause of cyclists. But there are times when you just have to think of and hurl the worst abuse possible because some drivers are just fukwits.
First some bint overtakes me and then realises there is a central bollard, so swerves back in to avoid it almost hitting me. Stupid bitch. My only consolation was knowing that she was more shit up about than I was.
And then some bloke toots his horn at me from behind (I know why) but then moves to the next lane and gets stuck in traffic. So I hammered on his window and said "what is your problem mate" and he shouts "you were in the middle of the road!" (told you I knew why... soooo predictable). So I then enter into a tirade of abuse pointing out to him in no uncertain terms that at a junction when I'm going straight on I'm entitled to be in the middle of the lane and he should read the f*ckin' highway code and I'm not one of his little women that's gonna move out of the way for him and besides, where did he f*ckin learn to drive? India?. You may have guessed that he was indian, and I'm not proud of my racist abuse, in fact, now I've calmed down, I think maybe I should have just reminded him of the rules of the road calmly because I've done absolutely nothing for the cause of cyclists. But there are times when you just have to think of and hurl the worst abuse possible because some drivers are just fukwits.
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