Ride home from a central-ish Wests was a bit hairy. Notting Hill westwards, a 'W'-reg bmw saloon gently brushes against my right calf. My cheery suggestion they steer away from me was scarcely acknowledged. I think they just didn't see me.
Leaving Shepherds Bush Green along the Uxbridge Road a shit brown Prius driven by a presumably shit driver who decided he needed the yard of tarmac by the kerb more than me. Removed my right hand from the handlebar just before his lhs wing mirror would have made contact. Smacking his roof woke him up.
Ride home from a central-ish Wests was a bit hairy. Notting Hill westwards, a 'W'-reg bmw saloon gently brushes against my right calf. My cheery suggestion they steer away from me was scarcely acknowledged. I think they just didn't see me.
Leaving Shepherds Bush Green along the Uxbridge Road a shit brown Prius driven by a presumably shit driver who decided he needed the yard of tarmac by the kerb more than me. Removed my right hand from the handlebar just before his lhs wing mirror would have made contact. Smacking his roof woke him up.