This morning's commute and other commuting stories

My chain snapped on Old Kent Road yesterday am, by Burgess Park, and the nearest open bike shop (no chain tool in kit, sadly) was Evans at London Bridge - a long way for the coasting-with-cleats shuffle of shame. I'd also never realised that OKR to Great Dover St is veeeery slightly uphill.

SO I was feeling fairly chipper despite being very late for work, and looking forward to a shorter cycle to the pub, when I realised that some dick at work has pinched my rear light from the bike (which was in the secure bike parking in the basement). I mean, is there a more petty thing than to steal a light when it's dark outside?

/venting

You weren't by any chance riding a Giant Cadex with a shiny new SRAM groupset, were you? If so, I was the chap riding behind you and staring an horror as a headless silver snake fell from your bike and writhed around on the tarmac.