[font=Times New Roman]When the alarm went off at 5:20 this morning, I said something along the lines of “Twennytosix” to my partner, who rolled over and let it go for another twenty minutes. I spent these next twenty minutes on a rather hostile dream which involved assaulting someone who had cut me off at the Springfield Parkway/Centenary Highway roundabout (this happens just about every morning, so I guess this is only natural). I jumped out of bed at 5:40 and told Paul about my dream, then asked him if he would come and visit me in jail if I did in fact assault someone on my way to work. He tried to talk me out of it… [/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]At 6am, I left… still dark… rather cold…. And the roads were wet because all the parks are irrigated early in the morning. I didn't even come close to being cut off at said roundabout, so the urge to assault was quickly overcome by sheer surprise that for once, no-one had tried to kill me on that roundabout. I have a feeling this is because there were actually no cars around.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]My ride went on… it’s always relatively boring. I ride 13km before I get to a traffic light. Then I go through an industrial area which can be a little on the annoying side at night (scary). Of course, it didn’t take long for someone to p!ss me off by turning left in front of me and causing me to haul on the brakes fairly hard. “C0CKLUNCH!!!” was all I could muster up to scream at the (surprise, surprise) Commodore utility. I hope he heard me. [/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]About 10km from work, at Sherwood, I got passed by a man who didn’t really look all that fit and rode a mediocre bike. That CUT my pride to bits. Soon after, I caught up with him after the Indooroopilly Bridge where another cyclists ran a red light straight in front of us. To make sure the other cyclist (the one that cut my pride to bits) wasn’t about to do the same thing, I said “He must be really important to be running a red light like that”. Had a quick conversation about how other cyclists who run red lights in front of cars are just complete, utter fools. He then showed me a ‘shortcut’ which avoids a section of unusually busy (usually with Cayennes and Prados) back street through Indooroopilly. Heeeeey, nice short cut. NOT. This shortcut was ah, rather steep. I made it up only to discover that it was actually a significant short cut and one which I’ll more than likely use in future, despite the hill. [/font]
[font=Times New Roman]The bike path was chaotic, as always, with pedestrians walking out in front of me regularly, sun in my eyes etc. (not a big fan of Brisbane bike paths). It wasn’t until I got to work that I realised I no longer have toes. Or so it seems because I sure as hell can’t feel them. Am working on growing some new ones as we speak.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Now, onto something else. I feel that I am becoming rather hostile lately. A bit like a volcano. I fear that one day my partner will be visiting me in jail (and hopefully Tamyka and AH as well) because I’ve repeatedly smashed some man’s head into the road. My newspaper article will read:[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Cyclist Assaults Innocent Elderly Man[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Police are appealing for witnesses to an apparently unprovoked assault in Brisbane on Saturday during which an elderly man was viciously assaulted by a cyclist at a set of traffic lights…………. It will go on to say that the man was ‘just driving along’ when the cyclist attacked him and blah blah blah…[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Ah that'll do. I'm being a whinging whining woman now.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Have a nice day[/font]