This didn't happen recently, but just remembered this as I was browsing this thread.
Going north over Southwark Bridge one morning and I decide not to bother with the big blue segregated cycle lane. Not a great call, as it turns out, because as I pull on to the bridge I realise the traffic is backed up half way across. OK, no problem, I can filter on the right. I have a quick look, don't see anything, and start to make my way down the right hand side.
Problem is, I wasn't quick enough across, and as I'm filtering I see a massive-fuck-off-lorry (TM) pulling onto the bridge and headed straight for me - and I can't see any gaps in the northbound traffic jam to pull into.
My only option was to tuck into a sort-of-gap behind an HGV and hope that the oncoming lorry had space to squeeze past. Luckily he did (with less than a metre to spare, though), and at the next available opportunity I got the fuck out of there by dismounting and hopping over the little concrete barrier that separates the CS7 from the rest of the road.
Pretty shaky morning at work considering what could have happened as a result of a series of pretty questionable decisions on my part.
This didn't happen recently, but just remembered this as I was browsing this thread.
Going north over Southwark Bridge one morning and I decide not to bother with the big blue segregated cycle lane. Not a great call, as it turns out, because as I pull on to the bridge I realise the traffic is backed up half way across. OK, no problem, I can filter on the right. I have a quick look, don't see anything, and start to make my way down the right hand side.
Problem is, I wasn't quick enough across, and as I'm filtering I see a massive-fuck-off-lorry (TM) pulling onto the bridge and headed straight for me - and I can't see any gaps in the northbound traffic jam to pull into.
My only option was to tuck into a sort-of-gap behind an HGV and hope that the oncoming lorry had space to squeeze past. Luckily he did (with less than a metre to spare, though), and at the next available opportunity I got the fuck out of there by dismounting and hopping over the little concrete barrier that separates the CS7 from the rest of the road.
Pretty shaky morning at work considering what could have happened as a result of a series of pretty questionable decisions on my part.
Anyway, lived and learned.