Yesterday, in a tiny village just north of York: Cycling along a road with a little dirt track coming up on the left. Driver on opposite side of road looks me in the eye and then turns across my path - a bit annoying (drivers are normally more courteous in the countryside) but I just had to do a little leg-braking.
The driver stops just as they've turned into the junction, and puts it in reverse, at which point I'm right behind their car - I see it move backwards at speed in the corner of my eye so I do a little sprint to get out of the way. I'm pretty pissed off at this point.
Now I'm coming up to a fork in the road - the road carries on towards the right so I stay in lane. A shouldercheck confirms the idiot is right behind me, indicating left, and there's another car a little way down the road. I indicate just to make sure she knows that I'm staying on the road to the right. I hear the engine roar and the driver shoots past me, turns left across my path - I stop in time but do the one-foot-on-floor hop for a few seconds before falling over into the grass.
The car behind turns out to be a police car - the guy in the passenger seat winds down the window and asks if I'm okay. He says they both saw the whole thing, gave me his phone number and then the car put its sirens on and followed the lady's car at speed. I phoned when I got home and I'm expecting some paperwork tomorrow. Go North Yorkshire Police!
Yesterday, in a tiny village just north of York: Cycling along a road with a little dirt track coming up on the left. Driver on opposite side of road looks me in the eye and then turns across my path - a bit annoying (drivers are normally more courteous in the countryside) but I just had to do a little leg-braking.
The driver stops just as they've turned into the junction, and puts it in reverse, at which point I'm right behind their car - I see it move backwards at speed in the corner of my eye so I do a little sprint to get out of the way. I'm pretty pissed off at this point.
Now I'm coming up to a fork in the road - the road carries on towards the right so I stay in lane. A shouldercheck confirms the idiot is right behind me, indicating left, and there's another car a little way down the road. I indicate just to make sure she knows that I'm staying on the road to the right. I hear the engine roar and the driver shoots past me, turns left across my path - I stop in time but do the one-foot-on-floor hop for a few seconds before falling over into the grass.
The car behind turns out to be a police car - the guy in the passenger seat winds down the window and asks if I'm okay. He says they both saw the whole thing, gave me his phone number and then the car put its sirens on and followed the lady's car at speed. I phoned when I got home and I'm expecting some paperwork tomorrow. Go North Yorkshire Police!