Scrambled Legs

I got up late this morning. By late I mean ridiculously early for a Saturday, but arguably too late to get to work on time. My job means I have to work on the occasional Saturday. It is, after-all, a “fast paced deadline driven environment” which would explain why I’m sitting here trawling the internet and debating what to watch on telly once I’ve finished reading the small pile of magazines I have.

Anyway, getting up late meant a mad dash through London streets to get here, cursing every red light, but hitting some sweet apexes*, as I tore along. Having left about quarter of an hour later than I would normally I made it to my desk, after even managing a quick shower, only about 4 minutes late. Those times when you commute under pressure show you what you really can do. Only a few weeks ago I did the journey back in a similar time in order to make it to the garage, where my car was being operated on, before it closed. It’s exciting and but stressful, although it does make it feel like real exercise for once, and makes a break from the usual grind.

You can take it too far. In search of a few more minutes in bed you can try and scrape more and more time off the morning ride. It seems like such a good idea as you roll over again to find exactly the most comfortable bit of your entire bed, and then absolutely not as the combined extra tiredness and creeping reduced amount of time you’re allowing makes any trip to work after Wednesday absolute murder. I’ve had the “why are you 6 minutes late every day?” talk, and I don’t think “but my duvet’s so warm” is the professional answer. If you wake up to find one of those mysterious unexplained flat tyres you’re also royally screwed.

I thought it was time for some news on what’s here. You might notice we’ve become like a shop window with some fancy wordy window dressing. Frankly it would have been more than ironic for me to have tried to claim that advertising was evil, so let’s see it as a good thing. I’m seriously interested in the Traffic Management ads that keep turning up, and wondering how much it would cost to buy enough cones and so on to divert all the traffic and give myself a clear run to work every morning. You too can explore such exciting topics now.

In other news we will be getting round to taking a different picture for the top of the blog as the one we have mostly makes me wish I was riding there again, not on the roads. If only my commute was like that (without too many of the serious hills to climb). Also my bottom bracket still hasn’t arrived.

In my growing knowledge of the (SFW) parts of the internet I occasionally come across things that seem good. One I found yesterday was .citycycling magazine Have a look when you’re done here.

* “Sweet” apexes just in my head. I was just riding round corners.

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