This morning, about 8:40am. I was cycling down Harleyford rd. towards the main Vauxhall junction (on the south side of the train bridge). The begginning of Harleyford Rd. is 1 lane, but it is then joined by another road and turns into 3 lanes.
It gets quite dangerous for cyclists because, they are pretty much required to cross the 3 lanes of fast moving traffic in order to get to the cycle paths that go under the train bridge.
So i'm indicating, slowing down. There is fairly large gap so i start edging out, but the white van driver who is a good 20 metres behind, decides to speed up and misses clipping me by a fraction.
I shout what the are you doing whilst giving him a clear indictaion of what i think of him.
He slams on his brakes, making me swerve round him - he catches me up (i'm now on the far right side of the road up aginst the pavement), and pulls right up against me - squeezing me against the pavement and shouting abuse at me before accelerating quickly to get through the lights.
I'm really rubbish at explaining this sort of thing, but hopefully that made sense.
His number plate was: BN58 VBT (I'm sure of the first 5 letters/digits, and almost sure of the last 2).
He was driving a white van with red logos splattered across it.
Unlikely that anyone will see him, or recognise his plates, but take care if you do - he is a complete cnut!
This morning, about 8:40am. I was cycling down Harleyford rd. towards the main Vauxhall junction (on the south side of the train bridge). The begginning of Harleyford Rd. is 1 lane, but it is then joined by another road and turns into 3 lanes.
It gets quite dangerous for cyclists because, they are pretty much required to cross the 3 lanes of fast moving traffic in order to get to the cycle paths that go under the train bridge.
So i'm indicating, slowing down. There is fairly large gap so i start edging out, but the white van driver who is a good 20 metres behind, decides to speed up and misses clipping me by a fraction.
I shout what the are you doing whilst giving him a clear indictaion of what i think of him.
He slams on his brakes, making me swerve round him - he catches me up (i'm now on the far right side of the road up aginst the pavement), and pulls right up against me - squeezing me against the pavement and shouting abuse at me before accelerating quickly to get through the lights.
I'm really rubbish at explaining this sort of thing, but hopefully that made sense.
His number plate was: BN58 VBT (I'm sure of the first 5 letters/digits, and almost sure of the last 2).
He was driving a white van with red logos splattered across it.
Unlikely that anyone will see him, or recognise his plates, but take care if you do - he is a complete cnut!