This morning's commute and other commuting stories

The calmer to be the first off the lights always gives me a chuckle, love the people that stop at the lights for a few seconds and you can tell that they are just going to go as they slowly as if no one can see go through the lights, then bomb it to the next set. Either stop of just go through them.

Fell off this morning at home. I was on the pavement (naughty naughty) rolling onto the road and I heard my brake pad rubbing against my rim, so I leant forward and started trying to shift it. Instantly, and spectacularly fell to the side much to the horror of the two elderly women with about 725 dogs each on the other side of the road. Rest of the ride was fine though; 7/10

Alright Miggs.

I can smell your cunt.

So true.

Nothing for breakfast at home and no stores for a mid commute snack so had to ride in hungry. Got a puncture on an unlit section of towpath, yay for dynamo lights and the four minute stand light before total darkness prevails. Replaced the tube by touch including removing the glass shard from the tyre before remembering I had a battery light in my bag. Put on an Erasure mega mix to lift the spirits. Later on I think someone said hello, I was so hungry by then I was barely concious so sorry for looking a little dazed. I've had a bacon bagel now so life is returning to me and I will soon be able to decide what I want for breakfast.

?/10 I'm still semi concious.

You need to become more efficient at using fat as a fuel.

I do use fat as a fuel, sausages, cream cakes, biscuits etc.

Today I celebrated cycling into work every day this week. To celebrate this feat, which the cycling press have already dubbed "Nothing short of a Steve Abraham-esque effort" I had a big fryup.

Erasure!?! A guilty pleasure :-)

oh l'amour!

1 no look, left turn private taxi swerving from the central, ahead only lane

1, suicide cyclist desperate to throw herself under a HGV. When I asked her if she was OK and to try and be careful she told me to fuck off and didn't need my advice.. #sigh

1, zombie ped who saw me, waved at me and then stepped out in front of me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIjoqmN5tyw

got the train. saw a fully-raphaed and mission-workshoped lady on the same train.

I hope you punch them all in the cock.

You charmer, perhaps she assumed you were crackin onto her. It is funny how badly people can take a friendly word if they're on the defensive. I suppose the adrenaline may have been talking.

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Replace private taxi, with moped, HGV for Bus and taking out the waved bit and that was my journey home last night.

The women had narrowly missed being hit by an indicating right bus, then she ducked down the already indicating left bus as it was pulling into a bus stop. I tried to offer some advice without sound like a dick, I was told 'I have lights and hi-vis' there problem if they can't see me. I pointed out that her rear light was actually being covered by her coat and that you can't expect other road users to see you. That comment got me the 'what the fuck is it to do with you anyway' and off she went cutting up yet another car. Beggers belief

That's next level Flow, that is.

#rep

#moarrep

Pretended to be Jake with a horse called Noah. Miriam was Lilly and her horse was Sparky.

Glad it's not just me. "No daddy, I'm Ella and you're Thomas. Can't you remember?"

10 minutes walking her to school whilst playing rock-paper-scissors (which can be tricky in mittens but we've worked it out) and working out what strategy* she is using.

* She always starts with paper and then, next go, picks whatever would have beaten my last go, so I do whatever she did last go to always beat her. She is yet to work this out for herself.

Walked home via the shops. Not working on a Friday is excellent. 10/10

My wife? what was she doing there?

In other news 84gi is not for commuting

Glad it's not just me. "No daddy, I'm Ella and you're Thomas. Can't you remember?"

I've had to learn the entire dialogue (and songs) from Frozen. I'm not sure I'm the right shape to play Elsa though.

I'm chalking it up to the adrenaline. It was shockingly close. She was literally wedged between the HGV and if it had rolled forward any more she would have undoubtedly been dragged along/under.

Not unless she was getting off the overground at Highbury and Islington.. and has gone blonde.

Y commuting on track gear?