Because this is an open forum I can't be too specific, but I just got my revenge on the motoring class.
I was riding into work on a suburban street in London, riding about 35KM per hour in the middle of my lane. It was quiet on my side of the street except for a few cyclists I passed.
Up on the right was parked a flatbed truck blocking the lane.
It must have been sat there for a while but as I drew past the cab I heard its engine start.
At that moment a late-model Mercedes convertible swung round from behind the truck and took near the full width of my lane.
In that split-second of thinking I was to die and how angry that made me I managed to get real slim between the curb and car, decking the mirror as I just squeaked though.
The driver must have got distracted by me whacking his mirror and/or not realised the truck was now moving because I heard a sick crunching of metal and two sets of brakes squealing as the nose of the Merc snuggled into the side of the flatbed's trailer.
Of coarse I didn't stop, being a London cyclist I'm jaded, leave them sort out their own mess. I will get blamed for it either way.
I have come out worst in many a situation where some impatient motorist couldn't wait a few seconds more for me to exercise my right-of-way, today I got my revenge.
Because this is an open forum I can't be too specific, but I just got my revenge on the motoring class.
I was riding into work on a suburban street in London, riding about 35KM per hour in the middle of my lane. It was quiet on my side of the street except for a few cyclists I passed.
Up on the right was parked a flatbed truck blocking the lane.
It must have been sat there for a while but as I drew past the cab I heard its engine start.
At that moment a late-model Mercedes convertible swung round from behind the truck and took near the full width of my lane.
In that split-second of thinking I was to die and how angry that made me I managed to get real slim between the curb and car, decking the mirror as I just squeaked though.
The driver must have got distracted by me whacking his mirror and/or not realised the truck was now moving because I heard a sick crunching of metal and two sets of brakes squealing as the nose of the Merc snuggled into the side of the flatbed's trailer.
Of coarse I didn't stop, being a London cyclist I'm jaded, leave them sort out their own mess. I will get blamed for it either way.
I have come out worst in many a situation where some impatient motorist couldn't wait a few seconds more for me to exercise my right-of-way, today I got my revenge.