Anyway, today was the first day in a little over two weeks that I took one of my bikes for a ride. Sadly it was only to work, but them's the breaks and today had a little bit of everything.
Knowing that I wasn't going to be...and I hate this phase...in the zone, I made a conscious decision to pretty much just poodle along today, which is ironic because despite this very leisurely way of riding, I was still pulled over by the Police in Islington. Now, I have said it before and it seems only right to say it again, but I have no problem with the police stopping me at all. They're doing their jobs and that's fine with me. When I ride to work its very early, like 04:30 early and I'm riding a very fast Sportsbike, so there is every possibility that its been nicked. After a quick little 'did you know why we stopped you' chat I was on my way, but now ten mins late. Again, them's the breaks.
My ride home wasn't much fun either as it was raining, which resulted in a lovely greasy slippery ride home, with the aforementioned flashing car driver for good measure. Ultimately it was good to get back on two wheels and in biking terms, thats all that really matters.