The fun started at Harold wood Station , a Mercedes S class passed me with inches to spare, I tried to see what the driver looked like but could only see 2 toddlers strapped in. I accelerated up behind it and the drivers head appeared. The numpty had overtaken me with his head buried under the dashboard. The twat carried on ducking down to look for something and varying his speed from 15-30 mph. He topped it all off by suddenly braking and pulling into a kids nursery without indicating. I was mad as hell and stopped for a few words with the middle aged, well spoken man. He apologized profusely, but his excuse was one of his kids had dropped their teddy.
Then in Barking I caught up with one of my arch enemies Mr Miserable, he was barely doing 17mph into the headwind I went past at 20 mph. What a surprise he is suddenly past at 23mph or so. I decided I was not going to play his games this morning and let him disappear. However he made bad decisions through traffic and junctions and I we ended up trading places 3 or 4 times. We arrived at the bottom of Canning Town hill, me in front worst luck. He has a habit of drafting me to the top and jumping me just before the summit. Not today, I didn’t blast it off the lights, when he made his attack so did I. I crested half a bike length ahead. He was not going to leave it at that, as we part ways in 200 metres so he overtook on the downhill he was so desperate to be in front. I annoyed the cack out of him by sitting in his mirror ( he has one on the end of his bar) and gave him a cheery see you later fella. He didn’t look a happy chap.