Well, I'll be honest, I have had better commutes than this morning's.
Two close passes within the first two miles, the first less than 300 metres from leaving home. - Normally at the time I leave I might see two cars coming from the opposite direction of travel, in the first three miles. Later some idiot in a BMW tried to force himself between me a van turning right, but backed off after some verbals and gestures. And then half a mile from work, a Nissan Leaf driver who couldn't be arsed to wait a less than 5 seconds, passed me on my left hand side as I was turning right at a major junction.
And it was cold. Should have worn woolen gloves not fingerless. Many of the first 6 miles or so were spent with a hand behind my back out of the wind chill. The noticeably warmer air in the suburbs was very welcome and as gear changes and braking had become gradually easier for my fingers from around 12 miles, I mistakenly thought my hands were just cool. No so, as I discovered, trying to extract my security pass, in order to enter the work underground car park. With a queue of cars behind me, I had that moment when your brain wants your fingers to do something, in this case unzip my chest pocket and my fingers were incapable of grasping the zip handle. Fortunately the handle wasn't flush with the material and with a lot of effort I managed to wedge the zip handle between my thumb and first finger. But it was almost at the stage where I would have to ask the person behind me to unzip me.
