Indeed; while I'm sadly predisposed to arguing with dickheads I've come to the unfortunate realisation that this rarely accomplishes anything other than wasting my time.. I suspect very few people are going to do a 180 on their irrational mindset on the word of a stranger whose position is already illegitimate in their eyes.
After the exertions of last night's extended, angry ride I pushed steadily into the headwind; the morning mild and bright, the tow path pleasant and with a notable absence of school traffic for some reason. I did see one very happy looking girl and her dad on the cycle path by Yarnton; which made me smile
Stopped for a quick dangle on the monkey bars; no cracks or pops in reward for my efforts although the opportunity to to hang completely relaxed and stretch the bits that don't usually get stretched never disappoints.. my hips still feel shafted though
I was welcomed into town from the tow path on Bridge Steet by an incredulous driver pulling to a stop and glaring at me as I pushed my bike off the pavement onto the cycle lane on the road. The situation was resolved swiftly and our man was once more on his way after being told in no uncertain terms to f*ck off; his repugnant soft-roader gradually drifting towards the centre of the road out of the cycle lane as the significance of the road markings evidently permeated it's driver's wizzened little brain.
Into town; exchanged hellos with a girl I know from the pub (who was also on her bike!); then into the covered market for breakfast and another hello from one of the women who works in the flower shop
Sadly abject twattery is never far away and I had to come to a complete stop and wait on the bridge on the tow path just off Folly Bridge while some total muppet hurridly moved her bike from where she was casually holding it - utterly broadside and completely blocking the bridge. She seemed shocked and panicked at the need to do so - and to be fair who could possibly predict that completely blocking one of the busiest cycle / pedestrian routes in the city during rush hour could be problematic?
A sedate mosey up the tow path to find some tosser had smashed a bottle of rum at Iffley lock. For once monkey brain over-ruled its lizard counterpart and I actually got off and carried the bike over the wreckage rather than attempting to pick my way through.
On to work and despite life continuing to be objectively shite for many reasons I feel better for the ride and I think the opportunity to assert myself in the face of the idiocy of others.
Not looking forward to the ride home as rain's forecast and I can see the sky starting to turn outside, but for now all's good I sit in the office with a Ceefax Acid Crew soundtrack
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