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This mornings Oh Shit...
I was heading from London Brigde down Mile End/Bow Road on the last leg my daily commute, by which time I am usually warmed up and have reached a decent pace.
I was alone on the road as I approach the corner of Bow Rd and Fairfield Rd and the green light is mine.
I pick up pace to make sure I make it in ample time, a pedestrian steps out and take my attention for a moment then I look up and there is a fucking great big bendy red thing beginning to turn right across me.
Thought process goes;
"He's seen me.
He'll stop.
He must have seen me.
He's not fucking seen me!
He's not fucking stopping."
To brake would've briought me to a dead stop right in the path of the bus so I had no choice but to power down and make the mother of all swerves.
Swerved big and left and felt the bumper graze my right calf. Looked the dozey fucking driver in the eye and saw nothing. He was either brain dead, asleep or had two glass eyes.
Strangely I didn't speak/shout/utter a sound.