Invisible cloaking devices and anal sex.
I've been on this kick of riding sensibly, not speeding, not riding normally - that is to say, in a manner kinda sorta consistent with the road code.
It's just not working.
This morning, I had nine, count 'em, 9! cagers pull out on me, cut me off, or just about rear end me when another cage cuts me off.
I feel like my halo of invincibility has been swapped for an invisible cloaking device.
So, kind of like admitting a bad relationship is over, this is not working for me.
I've given it a good nudge, in the last month I've had more close calls than in the last 5 years.
Now, I'm not suggesting that I'm going to ride like Carver, pulling wheelstands in traffic and being a moron - plus I could never be a Moron Few as I don't ever want to experience anal sex with other "men" - but I am going to become my normal self, cheeky, a little obnoxious, and more aggressive. Aggressive, meaning taking an assertive approach to traffic management, not beating people with clenched fists.
Keith Code writes about having presence, and sitting quietly in traffic and filtering quietly lacks that ability to project presence. So instead, it's back to more noise and rev's, and pushiness.
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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