Hideous ride home last night, down Bishopsgate to cross London Bridge. Just missed the heaviest of the rain, but the road was still wet enough for slipping on manhole covers, and the drizzle enough to bother. Mainly filtering to the right of the commuter cars crawling South, wary of the oncoming traffic, light as it was, anxiety building just by being in proximity to so many frustrated drivers, feeling their pain. It's almost impossible to get from the bottom of King William St and onto the bridge without waiting at two sets of lights, all the while with motorists revving their engines behind you. Then over the bridge only for a cyclist to try to slip down the inside of me as I turned left (after indicating) to go down Tooley St.
Hideous ride home last night, down Bishopsgate to cross London Bridge. Just missed the heaviest of the rain, but the road was still wet enough for slipping on manhole covers, and the drizzle enough to bother. Mainly filtering to the right of the commuter cars crawling South, wary of the oncoming traffic, light as it was, anxiety building just by being in proximity to so many frustrated drivers, feeling their pain. It's almost impossible to get from the bottom of King William St and onto the bridge without waiting at two sets of lights, all the while with motorists revving their engines behind you. Then over the bridge only for a cyclist to try to slip down the inside of me as I turned left (after indicating) to go down Tooley St.