2008-05-03 - Rider Down, #746

Fucking hell, Sam, some good luck is well overdue. Hope everything gets resolved satisfactorily, and you've no lasting complications.

I was riding down Farringdon Rd to Herne Hill this morning, and completely got the fear. Some maniac in a large Post Office van came hurtling past, swerving across lane markings, and then I felt a presence behind me. I was in the cycle lane as the road narrows to go under the bridge, and looked round to see a black cab right on my wheel, in the cycle lane, obviously intent on undertaking another cab next to me, presumably to catch up with the PO van and continue the race/argument.

I bailed out at the Smithfield turning, and sort of emergency stopped, and to be honest, I don't know if the cabbie saw me, or gave a fuck.

There are some fucking maniacs out there, irrrespective of mode of transport.

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I remember getting tail-gated (or mud-guarded) all the way through the taxi tunnel at LHR by some c*** of a cabbie, revving his engine Duel-style. When we got out, I went around him, and the bastard just laughed at me. What a total c***.