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I do have and drive a car in London (ok, I drive only if the stuff I need to move can't be carried by bike), so I can't feel part of either group (we cyclists, they drivers, etc), but being on a bike and seeing an ugly heavy shitload of fake comforts and performance aiming blindly at you makes you feel really small.
I'm glad I'm far from being belligerent and provocative, otherwise there would be warm blood raining in London instead of this cold and plain drizzle.
These last 2 days of commute was a little bit too much of "die Federico, die".
I'm tired of drivers coming from the opposite way, not seeing me (in daylight) and swerving right on my way to get on secondary roads.
I had 3 reeeally close calls in 2 days. Always been able to miss they're front bumper by an inch.
The funny thing is, the last of them (a black minicab Toyota Prius) stopped and told me "Look out for yourself" and drove off.
What would you tell to them apart from "wake up" (sure they won't) or "you could have kill me"?
I'm not sure what's the right thing to do, after this deadly combo I feel pretty stupid of seeing it happening again and again in really close time and nothing much to do apart from leaving the bike home.