I went home along OKR today- still not used to Motorbikes skimming my elbow in the bus-lane.
It's coming into town of a morning I get shat up by that one. Nice pootle across the park (dead quiet), bomb it down the hill ("BANZAI..!!!"), round the middle of Greenwich (busy), along the road to OKR (nice and quiet), meet OKR (busy) watch for lorries and buses but not much else in terms of dangers - few turn offs, pick up a bus lane at New Cross (aaahhh, got that all to myself) and suddenly VVRRROOOOMMMMMM - there's a thousand cc bike fucks past me twenty-odd miles an hour plus faster. That's fuck all speed on a bike, just NOT what I'm expecting when I think I've got the bus lane to myself.
In fairness, haven't had any close shaves, or I'd have words at the next lights*. They're allowed to use the lane, they gave me a decent passing gap, no probs so far. Just shits the life out of me.
*When there is a story of a biker being rugby tackled flat by an irate cyclist, so the bike squises his leg and he gets beaten bloody with his own helmet whilst trapped beneath it... It wasn't me, ok. It just wasn't. I am a reformed character. All in my world is now peace. Anger is negative emotion and a distant memory. I am transcendent to a higher plane...
It's coming into town of a morning I get shat up by that one. Nice pootle across the park (dead quiet), bomb it down the hill ("BANZAI..!!!"), round the middle of Greenwich (busy), along the road to OKR (nice and quiet), meet OKR (busy) watch for lorries and buses but not much else in terms of dangers - few turn offs, pick up a bus lane at New Cross (aaahhh, got that all to myself) and suddenly VVRRROOOOMMMMMM - there's a thousand cc bike fucks past me twenty-odd miles an hour plus faster. That's fuck all speed on a bike, just NOT what I'm expecting when I think I've got the bus lane to myself.
In fairness, haven't had any close shaves, or I'd have words at the next lights*. They're allowed to use the lane, they gave me a decent passing gap, no probs so far. Just shits the life out of me.
*When there is a story of a biker being rugby tackled flat by an irate cyclist, so the bike squises his leg and he gets beaten bloody with his own helmet whilst trapped beneath it... It wasn't me, ok. It just wasn't. I am a reformed character. All in my world is now peace. Anger is negative emotion and a distant memory. I am transcendent to a higher plane...