FSM, what a miserable commute home I had today. Traffic was ridiculous in Boston, then when I finally got onto the Charles River Bike Trail the setting sun was directly in my eyes, and because the weather was unseasonably warm every idiot and their girlfriend decided to go for a romantic walk along the river, which totally choked up the bike trail.
Then there were all the shitty student running teams practicing.. guh. As I rode past the BU campus some fart huffing moron from the BU men's track team decided that rather than descending the remaining few steps down the foot bridge which joins up with the bike trail and then check for oncoming traffic before going around the guard rail which was erected presumably to prevent people from getting into easily avoidable (well, easily avoidable if you aren't a boner biting retard) accidents he was just going to vault OVER the guard rail, and land right on top of me.
Had I been six inches to the right it would have been a serious accident, as it was I just got slapped on the arm by him as I sped past at 22mph.. But he deserved a furious ass kicking for that shenanigan.
Then, crossing back into Cambridge the traffic in Harvard Square was epic. I broke one of my cardinal rules and started weaving in between cars because I literally wasn't moving.
Honestly, how do people drive cars during rush hour? At what point do they finally say "Enough! I spend 14 hours a week sitting in a car in stop and go traffic"? It only took me 12 months of living in the suburbs and commuting to the city to decide that I would never live further than a 10 mile radius from where I work.