So fucking sick of incidents with buses- two proper scary incidents in two days, about which I could have done very little. On the verge of buying a handlebar-cam.
First incident was yesterday lunchtime between Tooting Broadway and Streatham. I was in primary between two pinch points, completely by the book, and the bus driver completely misjudged the opportunity to overtake (there wasn't one). He was right alongside me as we reached the second pinch point and decided he had to swing in anyway, and I had to slam on the brakes to avoid being flattened. Driver was apologetic - he knew what he'd done, so I didn't stick around.
Secondly at Oval this morning - coming from Brixton into the CS7, at that right turn bit. I'm rolling along in the blue paint and the bus comes from behind me and drifts over so his nearside wheels are a metre or so in the paint too, far too close to me. I'm yelling 'FUCK FUCK FUCK', and there's a passenger standing near the back door of the bus looking at me with a sort of glazed expression. Worst bit was when I pulled alongside at the next stop to remonstrate with the driver he seemed to have no idea it had happened. "You nearly killed me back there" "Back where?" "That right turn - you drifted right into the blue paint" "Oh right". Fuck's sake.
So fucking sick of incidents with buses- two proper scary incidents in two days, about which I could have done very little. On the verge of buying a handlebar-cam.
First incident was yesterday lunchtime between Tooting Broadway and Streatham. I was in primary between two pinch points, completely by the book, and the bus driver completely misjudged the opportunity to overtake (there wasn't one). He was right alongside me as we reached the second pinch point and decided he had to swing in anyway, and I had to slam on the brakes to avoid being flattened. Driver was apologetic - he knew what he'd done, so I didn't stick around.
Secondly at Oval this morning - coming from Brixton into the CS7, at that right turn bit. I'm rolling along in the blue paint and the bus comes from behind me and drifts over so his nearside wheels are a metre or so in the paint too, far too close to me. I'm yelling 'FUCK FUCK FUCK', and there's a passenger standing near the back door of the bus looking at me with a sort of glazed expression. Worst bit was when I pulled alongside at the next stop to remonstrate with the driver he seemed to have no idea it had happened. "You nearly killed me back there" "Back where?" "That right turn - you drifted right into the blue paint" "Oh right". Fuck's sake.