it's just me and the taxi drivers sharing the road at the moment. late nights and early mornings. sharing the sunrises and racing (but mainly missing) the sunsets. the pre dawn drivers seem to cruise zen like between junctions. the post pub, pre club drivers are much more jittery. swapping lanes, accelerating between light changes, a seemingly pointless rush.
leaving extra time for easy spinning in the morning, i know i'll be looking east watching the colours melting into one another. the balmy mornings hanging on to the mist, riding through pockets of cool. some evenings i remember to actually pedal, pushing hard on the hills and even harder on the downs. legs whirling outta control. past the balti houses, beer gardens and isolated industrial estates. the retail parks become home to the mopeds and boy racers. everyone has a hobby. home to crumpets and chocolate milk, ready to repeat.
*i've just 'won' a new commuter. watch this space