First day back on my bike here in Paris after two weeks down with some nasty flu and about 500 meters from my door some dumb old twat on a Velib rides straight on into my front wheel almost knocking us both down.
Two way cycle path and this guy is ambling along, I'm not going much faster, first day back out there and new shoes , but he's going slow enough that I'll pass him no problem. So nobody is coming & I head into the opposite lane and begin to pass the guy, leaving plenty of space, when he decides he's just gonna cycle in the opposite lane too. No particular reason, no looking about him, just glides in, and then further still until it's clear he's gonna push me off the lane entirely and I'm starting to shout at him to look out - he then decides to swerve 45 degrees and head off the track entirely, goes straight into my front wheel, takes us both off the track but luckily I manage to stay on the bike.
At this point I've already shouted putain regardez , to which he offers the particularly parisian 'quoi?'. With nobody coming still I head straight back into the lane, see this idiot continuing now to ride in the opposite lane before starting to make a beeline back into the correct lane - and straight at me again, so I just get out of there at this point telling him again to fucking look where he's going.
Obviously my fault because my bell is on the other bike, that's going back on again right now.
First day back on my bike here in Paris after two weeks down with some nasty flu and about 500 meters from my door some dumb old twat on a Velib rides straight on into my front wheel almost knocking us both down.
Two way cycle path and this guy is ambling along, I'm not going much faster, first day back out there and new shoes , but he's going slow enough that I'll pass him no problem. So nobody is coming & I head into the opposite lane and begin to pass the guy, leaving plenty of space, when he decides he's just gonna cycle in the opposite lane too. No particular reason, no looking about him, just glides in, and then further still until it's clear he's gonna push me off the lane entirely and I'm starting to shout at him to look out - he then decides to swerve 45 degrees and head off the track entirely, goes straight into my front wheel, takes us both off the track but luckily I manage to stay on the bike.
At this point I've already shouted putain regardez , to which he offers the particularly parisian 'quoi?'. With nobody coming still I head straight back into the lane, see this idiot continuing now to ride in the opposite lane before starting to make a beeline back into the correct lane - and straight at me again, so I just get out of there at this point telling him again to fucking look where he's going.
Obviously my fault because my bell is on the other bike, that's going back on again right now.