I cycled to work monday morning. That being yesterday. I almost ripped my brakes off because I didn't use them once on the 26 mile ride in.
That lady I "tapped" bumpers with in traffic ( See 9/6/12 blog: Will the Neponset River Bridge ever be finished?) filed an insurance claim against me and I pedaled to work with angry alacrity, looking for her and her white jeep the whole way in.
God is indeed good because if I had found her I would have thrown my bike at her perfect white Jeep and started a fist fight and pulled her hair.
Lucky for her I didn't see her on the roads and more so, lucky for me.
Anyway... so, I cycled at breakneck speed on anger energy, stopping for no one. I was riding on-sidewalks in Quincy, I was passing buses on the outside, People were jumping out of my way, traffic cops were holding back the traffic as I sped through the intersections. My lungs were going to explode and I could taste blood in my mouth. It was the best commute ever!
By the the time I reached D Street in Southie I was singing "smoke on the water" by Deep Purple.
If I could only have that energy every day.