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Geoff
biked down to Brighton, cross country, in the sunshine for lunch with my oldest friend, Geoff, at Brighton house: overlooking the sea
which was lovely, but too short as always
he's not SO old: just a day older than me
new beefier clutch on perou-bike causing some weak-waisted(?) me some pain: biked back on motorways to give wrist a break.
the motorways were FULL of gridlocked cars, which i was happy to filter between in a carefree style
99.5% of people will make space for me when they hear me LOUDLY filtering between them
0.5% of people will shut the gap just to be assholes: presumably because they're jealous they can't cut through the jam.
not only is this dangerous, and annoying, its unnecessary and small dick energy