Swimming with the sharks

Sometimes people state what a number of us are thinking. This post puts it nicely in ~ 1350 words


Swimming with sharks (1 of 1)

I’m not prone to whinging about cycling. I’m not likely to rant, at length, about the rough treatment cyclists get from some drivers, or the lack of infrastructure, or the lack of political will to really drive changes in our transport infrastructure. On the contrary, I prefer to highlight the positives, focus on the shear brilliance of cycling as a practical mode of transport/pathway to health and fitness/exhilarating tool for sport (delete as you see fit). But every now and then, my placid, largely affable exterior, explodes in a fountain of liquid magma, an Indonesian ‘Ring of fire’ style geological event, that sends boiling hot vitriol into the stratosphere and casts a long cloud over those in the immediate vicinity. So what’s set me off? An event I can only refer to as ‘Black Thursday’.

So what happened?

I set out of work at around 8.30 and cycled through Whitchurch…

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About biking2work

Sometimes bad tempered Dad to 2 sons who break things. Use the 2 wheels to get from A to B when I can
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