Had a bit of a rough commute this morning.
I had just left the flat looking forward to a nice freewheel down the Roseburn path, when I met one of the Turiff transit vans (who are digging up literally outside our flat) coming the wrong way down the one-way street by Kings Buildings.
I figured perhaps he couldn't find the right way into the estate (my parents have driven up and down for a while, baffled) so I said, quite politely, "Hey dude, it's a one way street", thinking he might reply "yeah, can you tell me how to actually find the entrance" and the world would have been improved a tiny notch.
Instead he shouted "except for access" and roared down into the estate. Now, there are many things in life I'm probably wrong about, but spending 9 years not noticing that I could actually just turn down the one-way street so long as I was planning to park was a bit hard to believe (and anyway, it's wrong).
So, I duly turned around in order to record the vehicle details and pen a tedious letter to someone, but the driver just kept going, past our house, through the estate and then turned right onto Mayfield Road, back up to KB. Funny sort of place he must have been accessing (or had he noticed an invisible bike following him?)
My interest piqued by the thought of white van men rally driving round our estate all day, I rode round the block hoping to find him parked up, at which point my day got even worse because a motorcyclist thought he would amuse himself by shouting that I was invisible on his way past. I do find it amusing that motorcyclists are second only to cyclists in fearing unusual bikes.
I caught him easily in the traffic and explained with a choice combination of four-letter words how much I valued his contribution, given that he was wearing black leathers and I a particularly violent white/pink shirt! (Irony fail!)
Anyway, I then returned to the flat, to find a suspiciously familiar looking Turriff van parked outside, whose details I entered into my phone to vague grumbling (there were two vans, one 'innocent' whose boys were a bit confused, and the driver of the second was keeping quiet).
Too late now to do the Roseburn circuit, I rode straight in via the bridges, and had some vaguely dodgy driving by a taxi (who kept trying to squeeze past in the bus lane, despite the fact that I was keeping up with traffic) and then some random utilities van (who tried to make three lanes at the lights half way down Leith St, and then cut across me to turn left at Picardy Place).
Of course, in all of this I didn't have a camera rolling (which is probably why it happened, eh).
So now I'm sitting here all grumpy, instead of beatifically calm as usual. GRRR.
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