Ride to classes was fine. First time with a full pack on with the fixed, so it was a bit of a shock but made it through fine.

Coming home was hilarious though.

Got the typical honk, gave the typical finger. Guy rolls up next to me, some ex metalhead with greasy curly long hair and some hilarious wolf/eagle shirt with his girl in the passenger seat, pacing me screaming how I better do something or other before he hits me in the head. I just stare at him and make an angry face and give him the turn of the century Irish boxer 'whats for!' fist moves. Still staring at me, so I go for my bag to grab my U lock, and he drives away... I eventually pass him at a light though.

I get one of these every couple of days.