18°C,dry later.
A record, on the morning commute, I counted four drivers texting (or using apps) as they drove. Another held a clip-board on the steering wheel to read as he drove. It started this morning because the first car was weaving as I tried to pass. The girl driving balanced a big phone, like a Galaxy, on her steering wheel. Without thinking, I tapped on the window and waved a phone shard with my hand. I only hope she was alert enough to wake out of her stupor.
16°C, fresh but dry.
I have ridden this route to. Oslo for ten years now. In that time, you get to know every pot-hole and other lines of hazard. In recent weeks, I have noticed the number of drivers texting at the wheel. This is probably the biggest threat to my life, texters are bigger killers than drunk-drivers, say statistics.
Today, a young woman was weaving a bit in her dark hatch-back on the approach to a roundabout. That makes of more cautious when overtaking. I was right to be alerted- she was painting her eyes in the reflection in the sun-visor. She hat a pot with a tiny brush to dab her eyes, or eyelashes, or something. I glared in silence then she quickly put the kit down.
She would look better without anyway.
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