Before I left work I read that Guardian article on primary positioning, something that's always bothered me, as no matter how safe you ride some drivers will react badly.
Low and behold on the way south from bloomsbury through covent garden I turn left onto endell st (single lane) and immediately hear a taxi accelerate up my arse and start beeping his horn. I'm in primary, the only lateral space availble being the odd parking space. I turn and say "no room!" he beeps louder I shout louder "THERE'S NO ROOM" etc till the exit where I pull left and gesture for him to overtake and he thanks me sarcastically.
Within 5 seconds he's stopped behind a dustbin lorry turning onto the zebra crossing to which he also beeps.
He had no fare, and I was behind him as he turned into covent garden after the opera house. Perhaps he was performing this evening? Or maybe delivering a dress?
Before I left work I read that Guardian article on primary positioning, something that's always bothered me, as no matter how safe you ride some drivers will react badly.
Low and behold on the way south from bloomsbury through covent garden I turn left onto endell st (single lane) and immediately hear a taxi accelerate up my arse and start beeping his horn. I'm in primary, the only lateral space availble being the odd parking space. I turn and say "no room!" he beeps louder I shout louder "THERE'S NO ROOM" etc till the exit where I pull left and gesture for him to overtake and he thanks me sarcastically.
Within 5 seconds he's stopped behind a dustbin lorry turning onto the zebra crossing to which he also beeps.
He had no fare, and I was behind him as he turned into covent garden after the opera house. Perhaps he was performing this evening? Or maybe delivering a dress?