Had my most terrifying close-call ever this morning.
I was bombing down Sydenham Hill towards Horniman/Lordship lane. There's a Bus lane on the left (that I'm using) and a lane of traffic queuing to the right of me.
The hill is pretty steep and Strava tracked me at ~25mph at the time.
Out of nowhere, some fuckwit 4x4 driver decides that queuing with the rest of the traffic just isn't their style and turns into the bus lane without signalling or looking just as I'm hurtling past.
I was convinced I was about to plough into the passenger side and roll over the bonnet but I somehow managed a skid/swerve/shout combo and squeezed past in the gutter. I genuinely have no idea how I avoided a collision; some kind of cat-like agility kicked in.
Trust this to happen on the one day I leave my GoPro at home...
Had my most terrifying close-call ever this morning.
I was bombing down Sydenham Hill towards Horniman/Lordship lane. There's a Bus lane on the left (that I'm using) and a lane of traffic queuing to the right of me.
The hill is pretty steep and Strava tracked me at ~25mph at the time.
Out of nowhere, some fuckwit 4x4 driver decides that queuing with the rest of the traffic just isn't their style and turns into the bus lane without signalling or looking just as I'm hurtling past.
I was convinced I was about to plough into the passenger side and roll over the bonnet but I somehow managed a skid/swerve/shout combo and squeezed past in the gutter. I genuinely have no idea how I avoided a collision; some kind of cat-like agility kicked in.
Trust this to happen on the one day I leave my GoPro at home...
1/10 - redeemed by the fact I didn't die