This morning's commute and other commuting stories

My guess is they were heading due south and they misread the map. Done that a few times myself, once while out rambling in Wales alone.

Needless to say it was a long walk back.

Strange, hippy's not that tall.

Did the big commute again today. Left about 7 and when I got to Hoddesdon a guy popped out in front of me on a bike. Got chatting at lights and turns out he's a frenchman who's only just moved here from the alps and is doing Hoddesdon to Holborn 5 days a week. Told him about the A1055 and 2 up TTed the length of it.

Did the ride home, getting back just after 7pm, completely spent. Don't think I could've ridden any further at all. 114 miles so far this week and I reckon that's enough for me, next ride saturday.

Feeling like Mr Misogy-cunt after having 3 separate incidents through Bloomsbury requiring me to slam on my brakes whilst swearing at ladies riding bikes.

Someone else just reported tacks on Q1, this time at Tabard Street.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2304619551/permalink/10155466662744552/

Feeling like Mr Misogy-cunt

Potentially the worst/best children's entertainer.

Well if you fancy a few extra miles the ThNRC are in your neck of the woods tonight...

https://www.lfgss.com/events/2320

In a doze this morning I put my saddle bag in my bag rest but didn't attach it properly. Got to work, reached for my keys... no saddle bag!!! Diary, sketch book, studio keys, house keys, wallet, phone - all terrifyingly absent!

I retraced my steps vainly hoping that cruel cruel London hadn't swallowed my life whole. And a mile from my studio, there it was, bold as brass in the middle of the path at the entrance to Victoria Park looking for all the world like the kid in the baby seat in Raising Arizona. Untouched, all present and correct.

What an almighty dumbass! What a lucky fuck! 1-10/10. Would cheat fate again.

The mind is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised. And I'm in Nottingham for work :S will tag along another time though, for sure.

^^ An old friend of mine dropped a massive lump (2oz) of black hash at a bus stop once. Got a bus fucking miles. Realised. Got the bus back. Still there, and no police sting op waiting for him. Dumb stoner.

Most people don't pick up sticky black lumps they find at bus stops.

Speak for yourself!

"An old friend of mine"
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"a likely story"

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Similarly left my pannier attached to my commuter last night- roll top completely open, inside lights, helmet tools and other bits. Bike is locked in the open outside my flat on ground level, miraculously the bag and all contents were there this morning.

And it didn't rain...what have you done to please the gods recently?

Dunno but I also replied first to @MetalMelly thread for the Cooper he was giving away, turns out I have a client round the corner from his office so walked over there and then met up, chatted and rode back to my office with the steed.

I'm sure there is now a karmic price to pay which will leave the rest of the year shit for me, or maybe it is reward for the bad crap 2016 has already brought...

Due to less weight and improved areos bike felt faster today.
No other parts exploded/fell off / 10

Mate of mine left a 9-bar on a train once. In his school bag. With books with his name on.

Luckily someone found it who wanted to keep it (I assume).

He ended up going to Oxford (!)

Bojo?

To the two skunk-emanating divs I caught about to try cutting through my d-lock tonight - go fuck yourselves you thieving cunts

I can't see soapbar being his drug of choice.

No... marching powder all the way for the Bullies.

Nearly got hit by a white Audi 4wd veering into the cyclelane last night as they overtook. Pulled up to their passenger window at the lights, took a while to get their attention because they were so engrossed in their phonecall. When she noticed me saying 'you nearly hit me' I was met with the finger and a 'f*ck you'.... I pointed out she was on her phone, to which she grinned, waved the phone, and continued trying to have the call. Cue daft lurching forward into the traffic as she both tries to ignore what's going on, get away and use her phone.

All topped off nicely when a bloke in the car behind shouted 'leave her alone, she's a lady'.

Kicking myself I didn't take a photo as soon as I saw her on the blower.

Nope the dozy dopehead was a pal of mine, really! A police sargeant's son, natch.