Riding between cars

Few things bring me more personal satisfaction than riding on my bike faster than cars on my way to work in the morning. My path is mostly* constructed of Strandvägen. Randomly, and without any sort of regularity, Strandvägen is clustered with cars. This morning as I was swooshing between the stillness of endless rows of cars, there was two that were too close to each other. I had to break. Circle around the idiot cars and then continue my ride to work. Few things bring me more personal dissatisfaction than this.


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