Frustrated perhaps?!
On the way to Adelaide the wind was howling relentlessly and to be honest I’m getting pretty fed up with it. Since I left Darwin I’ve had a grand total of three days with an appreciable tailwind. That works out at less than one day in twenty. Things weren’t ideal prior to my arrival in Darwin but it was nothing like this.
Some headwind is expected, even a lot of headwind is OK but this is ridiculous. Wherever I am, whatever direction I’m going the wind is in my face. It doesn’t just slow you down though, you can’t soft pedal into the wind at any time, there is no chance to rest so it’s far more tiring. All the bags make me more susceptible to the effects of the wind. If you could hear the thoughts running through my head sometimes as I’m struggling into it they’d slap me with an ASBO for being obscene 
My frustrations bubbled the surface in Adelaide. As I was riding to the hostel a bus driver bore the full brunt of it. The guy in question overtook me then promptly tried to stop exactly where I was riding forcing me into the kerb and almost off the bike. Just about the dumbest thing any driver can do to a cyclist! Ordinarily I’d just have gave him a ‘friendly’ single finger salute and carried on. I probably would have done exactly that this time too but this guy stuck his head out the window and had the audacity to call me an bloody idiot for getting in his way. Bear in mind I was riding in the cycle lane and he was overtaking. Well the floodgates opened, I let him have it for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t an obscene mindless rant, I was positively poetic as I calmly humiliated him and anyone who knows me will tell you I’m anything but poetic. I doubt in my lifetime I’ll ever be so eloquent again! After a few futile attempts to get a word in himself, he shut up as I tore him up one side and down the other. By the time I cycled on leaving a very red faced man behind the wheel I’d attracted quite a few bewildered onlookers. Even though I felt he deserved it, I didn’t feel any better afterwards. Damn Irish Catholic conscience!
I’ve been having a good time generally. No, make that a great time. That doesn’t mean it’s not difficult. It’s hard, really really hard and incredibly frustrating at times. But then again it was never going to be ‘easy’ was it