Going over the traffic lights from Waterloo bridge to Aldwych on the way to North drinks during rush hour last night.
Trying to pick up speed to get shot of a double-decker and a couple of cabs so up out of the saddle for a few seconds and glancing over my shoulder every few seconds too. Out of nowhere some old codger suddenly lurches out of his parking space a meter or so in his shiny shitty prius - luckily he noticed me when I slammed my palm against his window and screamed at him, and I managed to get round the front of the car.
Unfortunately I was fucking furious and gestured back incredulously at him once clear.... only to find that one of the cabs I had been trying to get distance between had only just overtaken me and made a last minute left turn at Drury lane - and stopped right in my path. Ensuing moment of OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK as I slammed the brakes on but went straight in to the side of the twat.
Me - bumped knee and hand, him - dented door panel. Think I won that one (just) but my heart was in my mouth for the whole ride up to the flask...
Can't describe how much I hate cycling during rush hour sometimes....
Going over the traffic lights from Waterloo bridge to Aldwych on the way to North drinks during rush hour last night.
Trying to pick up speed to get shot of a double-decker and a couple of cabs so up out of the saddle for a few seconds and glancing over my shoulder every few seconds too. Out of nowhere some old codger suddenly lurches out of his parking space a meter or so in his shiny shitty prius - luckily he noticed me when I slammed my palm against his window and screamed at him, and I managed to get round the front of the car.
Unfortunately I was fucking furious and gestured back incredulously at him once clear.... only to find that one of the cabs I had been trying to get distance between had only just overtaken me and made a last minute left turn at Drury lane - and stopped right in my path. Ensuing moment of OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK as I slammed the brakes on but went straight in to the side of the twat.
Me - bumped knee and hand, him - dented door panel. Think I won that one (just) but my heart was in my mouth for the whole ride up to the flask...
Can't describe how much I hate cycling during rush hour sometimes....