Sweeties, Pies and Ginger

I was totally dead to the world this morning, it took me ages to actually wake up and when I did I got the fright of my life. Karen left to go to the gym and I was so tired that I feel asleep again, when I came to and looked at the time it was 9 o'clock, I was going to be well late for work. I jumped out of bed, fed the cats had a shave and was about to jump in the shower when I looked at the time again, imagine my surprise when it was only five past eight.

The cycle into work was pretty uneventful until the last major junction before the office, this is a particularly bad junction due to the lay out of the road. I'd been cycling in my usual short sleeve shirt and shorts and it was a bit on the chilly side, I think it's time to start wearing the windproof and the over boots all the time now. I still had the muggy not full awake feeling at the back of my head, but not enough to compromise my cycling ability.

The problem with this junction is that you turn right and then immediately turn left onto a different road. Cars coming down the road you've turned right onto, also want to go down the road your then turning left into to. The problem stems from the fact that the entrance to this road is very wide, and cars turning right across you just ignore the fact that you're a cyclist and turn right regardless.

This stupid cow in a white Rover has obviously seen me as I'd just turned right and was steaming straight towards her. As I was turning left she just ignored the whole concept of give way and followed the car in front of her into my path. If I hadn't been paying full attention I'd have been under her front offside wheel. Car drivers at this junction don't realize that cyclist can come through this complex doing quite a speed, which means that we have to swing into the middle of the road as we turn left.

Since it's my right of way, I can damm well cycle into the middle of the road if I so choose. As it happens the road surface isn't the greatest next to the curb, so floating into the middle of the lane sets you up to miss some puncture prone surface. Car drivers just don't seem to realise the speed you're going at, nor appreciate where you're going to end up. It must be something to do with the fact that they're encased in a lump of metal and think they own the road.

The only good thing to come out of it all was that it woke me up, I no longer feel tired. All I feel instead, is a massive pent up anger and frustration that some car drivers are a bunch of fucking idiots who need a damm good kicking. I feel so incapable of venting this anger and frustration and I know it's going to lead to a nasty accident at some point in the future.