The useful thing about this DVLA facility is that you can check if the registration of the skank that didn’t look as she pulled out, forcing you into the other lane and then flipping you off when you tell her to use her eyes, in fact matches the mental image you have of the car: DVLA Lookup. Of course it doesn’t help with the twats who think the wide, black, lines of tar (known to most as “roads”) are to be used for strolling along. Peak Hour. Wakeup!

LS02 TXP, your car is now mine.

Is there something wrong, I mean, mentally, with the women in red hatchbacks? Or is it just that lots of women drive red hatches?

My phone (I still lack a bike computer *sob*) showed 36m12s but I deducted 1min because I had to start the timer, put the phone in my bag, walk outside, start the ride and then fish the phone back out of my bag at the ‘finish line’ to stop it. Bog standard, easy ride with light traffic and no fuss, other than:

I was cruising along in a bus lane near Shebu, with a car to my right, when a scooter went between us, horn blaring.

“WTF? I’m not having this!” – I was doing nothing wrong. So, I chased him down. Over the noise of his buzzbox I yelled “Calm the fsck down man!” and carried on past. He passed me again, a little later and waved. I smiled and waved back. Ahhh.. one big happy road using family. If more people admitted they were wrong and apologised (ha! I can talk!) then life on the roads would be much sweeter for all.