#42

I am becoming frustrated with the cool, grey mornings so far this May. I hopped on the crosser this morning but only to get back home quickly later. It hadn’t been a great start to the day being woken by a self limiting alarm from somewhere in the house at 4 a.m. I think that it is the smoke alarms so I disabled them but I wont be sure until they don’t wake us in the morning.

About 3/4 of the way to work and turning at some traffic lights, I took the middle of the road to pass a line of parked cars on a small rise. A car stopped at the end to let me through and I was about to wave my thanks when the driver flipped the bird at me with an angry look. Poor guy-I held him up a whole 5 seconds to get to that red light. A short while later another guy was loading up his 4×4 at the side of the road and proceeded to walk across the road in front of me. I just missed him and he called some obscenity out at me after I passed him. He didn’t look at the road before he crossed otherwise he would have seen me with my blinkie blinking coming towards him in the gloom. I saw him and because he was looking in my direction, assumed that he saw me too so didn’t think to ride defensively to avoid him. The shouting was likely due to surprise but the 2 incidents point to the kind of society we now live in which doesn’t feel very pleasant.

Work should have been quiet but wasn’t. I had a day of teaching planned with periods in between to clear away my rooms but these were taken up by visits from an architect and HoD to “understand” how my Dept works for a new building re-provision that needs to be up by the end of March next year. I know that I should be grateful to be included but why is everything so urgent all of a sudden especially when I need to escape before the rain?! Even the architect didn’t understand why until the beginning of this week we haven’t seen a building blueprint that he scripted 3 months ago (he is a private contractor so doesn’t truly understand the NHS). Knowing the person who is managing this project, I suspect that he wants to keep the costs to a minimum and didn’t want subject expertise input to interfere with specific luxury requests that might actually further enhance our work and reputation. Inevitably this included my “innovative” discussion relating to a secure, covered bicycle parking area…but hey, I won’t die wondering. I did suggest that it would encourage alternative modes if transport reducing the car parking burden which appeared to go down well.

In the end, I didn’t escape the rain but it was only a fine drizzle drifting into my face that lasted for 30 minutes. I packed my water proof for this eventuality and the slow small ring plod, while taking ages into the cool Nor Easter was bearable if only because it was Friday. I rode an extra 9km to spend my brown drinking voucher for weekend supplies (a £10 note).

I had time so stopped for an early weekend sup in peace and quiet while I took in the view of heavy skies. I then headed home to negotiate teenage demands for more autonomy to complete a rare imperial ton week for 2019.

Friday evening IPA recovery drink regime

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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6 Responses to #42

  1. A couple things, forgive my American culture illiteracy what’s an imperial ton week? 2,042 pounds, but what’s that in miles or kms? A pun on British pounds perhaps? And what does “I rode an extra 9km to spend my brown drinking voucher for weekend supplies (a £10 note)” mean? Burning calories to justify drinking beer, I’m guessing?

  2. Also what rainproof gear do you use? My poncho and rain pants fail me tho were entering summer soon enough.

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