I was a tool, and I'm sorry...
I was on the way to work this morning, and splitting before the Hubba Bridge when I caught up with three bikes ahead. The guy in the front (riding a green Trumpy naked) was riding slow and steady, and taking a cautious approach.
Being a type A personality armed with a litre of Suzuki mayhem, and being a few minutes late, I ended up jumping to the inside Cannonball lane going around the outside of a cage. Trump started to drift across - and saw me, did a double take, and waved me through - but he did it with withering look that said "tool!".
I hung my head in shame before leaving them all behind.
I was a tool, and I'm sorry. 
I've walked a little old lady across the street, I was nice to a dumb person, and I have been thinking good clean thoughts for as much of the day as I could.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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