Last year in August on Essex Rd, around 6pm after a busy day and I'm riding homewhen I lived in Norf Landan after calling clear in Angel.
Nice amount of speed, lots of traffic going my way so I'm on the middle white lines tucked in behind a bus moving out and in as I try to gage when to overtake the beast.
The road bending slightly as we all cross New North Rd and Northampton St on the left.
I'm right in behind the bus, its slowing for its stop at Northchurch Rd
Go to pull out bearing in mind I couldnt see what was coming, another bus is right there coming towards me about a foot away
Shit pants, pull in, crash into the now stopping bus
Passing bus blows horn as it draws level with my ear
Outcome, sore wrists, near heart attack, have to get off bike and sit down for a bit with beer and THANK GOD I@M STILL ALIVE
No journey is that important I'll ever be so stupid again. . .looking back now I feel like punching myself in the face at my own stupidness - what the fuck was I doing?
Thankfully I've not done this sort of thing since, it was one of those heat of the moment automatic 'I'm a twat' movements we've all done at some stage of our cycling lives.
Last year in August on Essex Rd, around 6pm after a busy day and I'm riding homewhen I lived in Norf Landan after calling clear in Angel.
Nice amount of speed, lots of traffic going my way so I'm on the middle white lines tucked in behind a bus moving out and in as I try to gage when to overtake the beast.
The road bending slightly as we all cross New North Rd and Northampton St on the left.
I'm right in behind the bus, its slowing for its stop at Northchurch Rd
Go to pull out bearing in mind I couldnt see what was coming, another bus is right there coming towards me about a foot away
Shit pants, pull in, crash into the now stopping bus
Passing bus blows horn as it draws level with my ear
Outcome, sore wrists, near heart attack, have to get off bike and sit down for a bit with beer and THANK GOD I@M STILL ALIVE
No journey is that important I'll ever be so stupid again. . .looking back now I feel like punching myself in the face at my own stupidness - what the fuck was I doing?
Thankfully I've not done this sort of thing since, it was one of those heat of the moment automatic 'I'm a twat' movements we've all done at some stage of our cycling lives.