I've been taking a lot of abuse here in recent weeks, even by the standards of this part of the world (and that's saying a lot). I wore two eggs on a ride on Wednesday night. I don't bother reacting to it at all anymore. It's reached a stage where even being hit by something thrown from a car isn't enough to interfere with my pedalling rhythm or cause my heart rate to increase even the smallest amount. It's just something you get used to after a while.
One thing I have noticed, however, is that the level of abuse seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of traffic around. I guess there are too many potential witnesses around during the busy times for the cowards in cars to feel "empowered". Consequently, my tactic is to ride on the busiest roads I can find. The busier the better.
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I am clinically insane. I am proud of it.
That is all.