So I'm gonna write up an incident that happened to me last night that could've easily resulted in posting a 'rider down' thread and also because bad things always get written up but good things don't.
So I work in london for the moment but live in cambridge, and went out for a drink after work, not expecting to. A quick pint turned into dinner and by the time I got off the train to cambridge it was dark. No problem, rummaged through my bag for my lights, and they weren't there. I didn't have money for bus/taxi so I thought 'fuck it, I'll ride without lights'
About half way home an oncoming taxi was indicating to turn right and started to pull out in front of me. 'oh oh' i thought, but at the last second, saw me and slammed the brakes, giving me the 'sorry mate didn't see you mate' wave instead of shouting 'where are your fucking lights' which he was totes entitled to do. End result I'm not splattered on the front of a taxi and my faith in humanity restored, albeit probably briefly.
Morals of the story
if it's dark use some fucking lights
Not all taxi driver's/other drivers are cyclist hating rabid pigs
not all cyclists are perfect and everyone makes mistakes.
thought i'd write this up cos everyone only ever remembers bad incidents, forgetting about the ones where people sometimes show respect, and its friday afternoon, and its my last day in my current job
So I'm gonna write up an incident that happened to me last night that could've easily resulted in posting a 'rider down' thread and also because bad things always get written up but good things don't.
So I work in london for the moment but live in cambridge, and went out for a drink after work, not expecting to. A quick pint turned into dinner and by the time I got off the train to cambridge it was dark. No problem, rummaged through my bag for my lights, and they weren't there. I didn't have money for bus/taxi so I thought 'fuck it, I'll ride without lights'
About half way home an oncoming taxi was indicating to turn right and started to pull out in front of me. 'oh oh' i thought, but at the last second, saw me and slammed the brakes, giving me the 'sorry mate didn't see you mate' wave instead of shouting 'where are your fucking lights' which he was totes entitled to do. End result I'm not splattered on the front of a taxi and my faith in humanity restored, albeit probably briefly.
Morals of the story
thought i'd write this up cos everyone only ever remembers bad incidents, forgetting about the ones where people sometimes show respect, and its friday afternoon, and its my last day in my current job