Cycle commute pleasures
I know it’s not big or clever to race your fellow commuters but two things do give me a sense of smugness little smile on the way home most evenings.
The first being the traffic lights coming from Covent Garden onto Waterloo Bridge. Each evening I wait, let the pedestrians go and then gently catch every single person who ran the red. No racing, just keeping a nice pace.
The second has to be the lovely smooth tarmac along Kennington Road. It’s nice to get into a nice smooth rhythm along there on the fixed and keep spinning. Not too fast but just enough to cruise along at a decent pace. There always seems to be someone beside or just behind me who wants to race, head nodding, bike creaking, d-lock rattling and a gentle pant. The smoother you pedal the more enjoyable it becomes as you gently pull away. I’m quite happy not racing but it’s still good to win, as well as making it look like you haven’t made any effort.
