None of my night rides, last night included threw up much.
Well, there was the huge obese woman walking her dog who failed to move as I tried to squeeze by and we had an altrication.
20 mins later, still feeling pumped up, I came across 6 dead-beats on the narrow tow path by the canal boats. I duly rode very slowly past, through them as they parted for myself and 2 walkers, only to be verbally abused by one guy off his face.
10m down the trail I stopped, dismounted and we had it out there and then on the tow path, verbally, my God, I was seconds from going physical on him, I swear it's the closest I've been in 2 years since my last stand-up fist fight.
500m down the tow path I see why they were behaving as they were. There's a section cordoned off with somber men standing about. One of the boat owners had died, although looking at the tape etc, it looked like a crime scene – read: a murder.
After that I came across a guy I've not ridden with in 2years, so we stop for a chin-wag.
Ride time: 2:05hrs, getting back at 6pm, and I was pretty dog tired as that's the shortest of 3 rides in 4 days so I gave it some grief on the hills.
So all-in-all, a quiet Thursday night ride!