A proper pea-souper this morning. The drive started out OK with most people behaving sensibly, however there was a notable minority of muppets with no lights on (when in some areas fog lights would have been borderline appropriate). 50 seemed reasonable but I had to endure a stretch of A-road at 30mph for no discernible reason, while I ended up aborting my approach to the woodstock roundabout as it was static and didn't seem to be moving at all, so I turned around and took an alternative route.
I'd left in reasonable time but the state of the roads added about 50% to the car journey portion so I had to get a wriggle on once on the bike; sadly curtailing my ability to take many photos of the foggy journey. The temperature was OK but the significant amount of damp in the air made it feel pretty chilly; with water accumulating on the front-facing bits of the bike and my clothes as I cut through the fog.
More people than usual seemed oblivious to my presence today despite my usual use of the bell - perhaps the moisture present on it / in the air had lessened its effectiveness. Despite my best efforts to make my presence known repeatedly taking people by surprise as I passed made me feel a bit guilty, but it is what it is.
I don't think today's PR was helped by my haggered aesthetic - being puffy-of-face and straggly-of-hair following last night's allegens and relatively late night.
Arriving at Bridge street I waited for a guy to pass on a splendid orange Brompton before overtaking him going up George St. I dodged pedestrians crossing on green traffic lights at the Cornmarket St. crossroads, and was also repeatedly blighted by people unthinkingly using pedestrian crossings when they could have crossed quite safely without stopping what little traffic there was, which was frustrating.
I'd felt a distinct air of conflict growing throughout the journey and could probably have been more accommodating of those around me. This "us and them" mentality continued to grow as I followed / eventually passed a car on the Cowley rd that was driving partially in the cycle lane, before witnessing another cyclist pile into the side of a van at Div road at it cut left across him
Thankfully he remained on the bike and nothing seemed to be damaged. I stopped and asked if he needed a witness; he just wanted to crack on although was understandably a little visibly shaken. I should probably have been more overtly sympathetic but was in a rush and just wanted to make sure he was basically OK.
I came across the earlier cycle-lane-driver again a bit further up; and she nearly had me turning right when I attempted to overtake as she dawdled and signalled at the last minute.
A relatively fast ride with no quarter given; mood probably not helped by the soundtrack of Pink Floyd's more maudlin efforts although they suited the etherial surroundings nicely. I think a bit of a wakeup call to take a step back and chill out a bit... of course this would have been easier today had I not been held up earlier and had more time to just mosey along. Hopefully the ride home will be more sedate and measured
A few of the unexciting photos I did manage to snatch on the way in..
EDIT: The sun's finally burnt off all of the fog and it's now a beautiful spring day outside - hopefully some vestages of this remain for the journey home.. upon which I'll go out of my way to be nice to people, in repentence for this morning