Heading West was windy this morning and when I got to work I felt like I'd done a full day of cycling. Sore legs....awwwwww. Liked it though.

The way back east got off to a flying stop.

Within about 100 meters of leaving work some wee prat in his 20's (by the looks of it) was waiting to cross the road and when i was beside him he leaned over towards me and shouted in my ear as I passed. I was startled and swerved right (US left) into the traffic lane. Luckily there was no traffic for me to end up under. We exchanged expletives as I explained to him in no uncertain terms that to be a man one has to act like one.

About 50 meters further on a white van man must've guestimated my speed at about 1mph (you know that old chesssnut) and pulled out on me when I was nearing his junction at about 20 + mph. Again expletives were launched but to what end I do not know. I just felt I had to.

I admitted defeat and took the train from paisley back home to SE Glasgow. Maybe third time I wouldn't be so lucky. As it was my 39th b/day i was already in a reflective mood and this just tarnished this thoughtful repose with the following rhetorical questions:

What the feck is wrong with people?
What the feck is wrong with society?
And what am I actually trying to achieve with this 'sans car' business?

Still.....22.06 miles on the clock for today.