- A bus driver took the time to wind down his window and thank me for stopping to let him pull out (and this, the day after I wrote about Bicycle Karma!)
- I ended up naked but for my socks in the lobby toilets of one of Europe’s largest law firms
- I watched the sun rise over Clapham Common
- I crossed Southwark Bridge for what at least felt like the first time (I particularly enjoy London Bridges)
- A kid in school uniform jumped out of his skin at the sound of an oncoming car’s horn much to the loud amusement of his friend on the pavement, who promptly repeated the same walk only to get charged down by four lanes of traffic and a wave of reciprocal hysteria from the first guy, now safely at the side of the road
- I asked for directions and got them (with bells on)
- I shared a moment with a fellow cyclist, both of us craning our necks to look for traffic around a construction site. “All clear!”, I shouted, and we set off together.
- I realised that I had made the right decision after trying to cancel my morning’s meeting because I was “too tired”
- I started preparing a glib mental list of great things that happened on my cycle to work (and then started noticing more and more)
- A father cycled his son on a handlebar-mounted seated. They wore matching helmets.
- As I crossed Kingston bridge, to my left was the darkness of night and to my right the light of a new day (there is a metaphor in there somewhere)
- A man in chinos and an untucked shirt, with hair as wild as his cycling, screeched to a stop between two other cyclists at traffic lights almost bowling them over. His sheepish grin and apologetic eyes were met with chuckles and the friendly shake of heads.
- Upon arrival, I was directed to the seventh floor and turned the corner to see a lift with the large sign above its doors: “Seventh floor only”
- I was plagued by Smilex Attacks. The procilivity for sudden and spontaneous outbursts of laughter and smiling (slightly maniacal but thoroughly entertaining)
- In a marble floored, walled and ceilinged reception, a badge that read “Tim Moss, The Next Challenge” was waiting for me
- I was greeted with bacon sandwiches
- A clearly hurried cyclist faced with a red light, dismounted and did what all great cyclists do when faced with such a moral quandry – pushed his bike and ran (I joined in hot pursuit)
- I was reminded why I get up in the mornings
“I watched the Sun rise over Clapham Common”… pure poetry