The dying of the light + Rage

Out for a wee bike-run this evening. Nice, but rather marred by some knob-shiner in a metallic green citroen ax hitting me with his filthy chewed-up chewing gum as he blazed past too fast, too close. I can't tell you the rage that gave me. All the way home I was nursing dreams of smashing his ignorant face in with a 27.2mm quick-release mountain-bike seatpost. Not quite the desired effect of some gentle Sunday evening excersise.