This morning's commute and other commuting stories

A few of us in the ASL box waiting for the lights, new group of 4 join us and immediately pull in front of us, so they are now sat outside the ASL box on the crossing. Why Why do people do this.

^This and why do some of them push you aside to get there?

Shoalers.

amazing ride this morning...

Why cant the sun be out all the time.

A few of us in the ASL box waiting for the lights, new group of 4 join us and immediately pull in front of us, so they are now sat outside the ASL box on the crossing. Why Why do people do this.

I asked one once, few months ago. I'm sat at the lights waiting, rider coasts ten foot in front of me and waits. I mumble groan bitch in a theatrical whisper, no response, lights change so I have to pull out to get past them. "Wtf was the point of that?" I ask. "It's safer!" The cyclist says.

Safer for who? Shoaling I believe is the term.

One way that works most of the time is to trackstand (like number three here) and people tend to give you space.

Some ASL tension this morning in Upper Street crossing Pentonville Road.

Was in the ASL box at the bottom of Bond Street with a mini driver last night when a ped asked me to budge up so she could have a word with said driver for speeding and nearly killing her. His phone rang so he ignored her, picked it up and drove off.

Lovely chap.

Some cunt in a polo decided to make a near pass while on the phone and horn on to then stop in traffic 100m up the road... Pull up alongside "what was with the bib mate? get off the phone" his window rolls up and he shrinks into his seat and ends the call. Ride primary for the next mile and funny enough he didn't seem to mind.

Some ASL tension this morning in Upper Street crossing Pentonville Road.

You mean Islington High St, not Upper St. FFS, Mike, stop getting it wrong. First orange, and now this. You're making me post repeatedly with all your dad's-gone-soft-in-the-headness.

Tube. There were no delays. It was meritorious.

^ Same here. Nothing better in a glorious weather day like this.

I was quite quick on the way back and on my favorite of my 3 commute routes. , 17 miles in 45 minutes.
Glorious day up here.

Decided that its time to up the distance of the commute to 25 each way on Mon, Tues and Friday, seeing as Thursday I usually have to drive, and Wednesday I need to take relatively easy.

Fuck this selfish me me me shit all over our roads and fuck me eight ways from Wednesday for getting wound up about it.

FUCKSTICKS!!!!

You mean Islington High St, not Upper St. FFS, Mike, stop getting it wrong. First orange, and now this. You're making me post repeatedly with all your dad's-gone-soft-in-the-headness.

Is that little bit of road between Angel tube and Pentonville Junction called Islington High Street then? Well I never. It is true though, I have gone mad of late. Confused in my dotage

I was riding along Upper Street towards Highbury Corner when a driver turned right without seeing me. I had to turn left to avoid a collision and stopped to ask her what that was all about. Fuck me if she didn't glare at me rev the engine and drive straight at me. Missed me by a gnats breadth and fucked off. Unbelievable. Had to check myself to not give chase.

Did you manage not to wreck yourself?

By first checking yourself?

Get plates and report driver.

Did you manage not to wreck yourself?

Engine-revving drivers is bad for your health.

... Fuck me if she didn't glare at me rev the engine and drive straight at me....

That sounds a lot like she tried to run you over...

I had the slightly surreal experience of watching someone nearly taken out by a milk float this morning.

Milk float was ambling along and the chap in front of me decided to undertake, just as the milkman decided to swing left without indicating. Both stopped in time (not much of a problem from 10 mph) and no-one was hurt.

It's bizarre to see a dangerous situation created out of something so benign, like poking your eye out with a plastic fork.

Milk Float....

Best commuter ever, had a breakfast type meeting early doors. So out the house by 6, in work by 28 minutes past. Along white van man's, Add Lee and Sag panniers man to deal with. Most of the lights in my favour. More of the same on the way home please.

Woken up by housemate at 9:00am with the words "I thought you had to be in south bank today"

Cue 3 foot leap out of bed, rush to get dressed, proceed to cycle like a complete bellend down to Waterloo, stopping only to answer a phone call from my manager to explain how I'd managed to miss our one face to face meeting we have each month.

Didn't even get to enjoy the lovely weather, too busy swearing at myself.