Tuesday's the new Monday

When Monday was a bank holiday (thank you St Brigit!) 
It was wet. Very wet. 
And traffic jammy. Very fucking jammy. 
Which makes the getting soaked that bit more bearable. Because I was wet but moving. 
Faster than a Porsche. Faster than a Range Rover (Sport). Faster than black beemers. Faster than GTIed Golfs. Faster than macerating Maseratis. Faster than listless Lexuses. Faster than neutered Mustangs. 

Faster than enDryRobed mums on cargo bikes. 
Except for the electrically-assisted ones.

Because the electrically-assisted cargo bikes are faster than a Porsche. Faster than a Range Rover (Sport). Faster than black beemers. Faster than GTIed Golfs. Faster than macerating Maseratis. Faster than listless Lexuses. Faster than neutered Mustangs. 

And faster than me. 

Smug bastards.