I had a similar experience last Tuesday night. It was very damp and greasy on the roads, and I was on my way home from training round Regents Park. Riding southbound on Gower St, I was readying myself for a right-angled left turn towards Senate House. I was in the bus lane, and there was a bus about 100m behind me. I signalled left, and that I was slowing, as I drifted further to the right of primary, preparing for a gentle line around the apex of the corner.
The bus driver's reaction? To accelerate hard of course. Rather than a thought process of 'look, that cyclist has given me ample time to see his signals and must be intending to corner with caution due to the road conditions (and it definitely is slippery, so I'd better hold back in case he loses traction in front of me),' he's just let his fucking amygdala go 'ugh, ugh, ugh, my road, you move, I no brake, (what passengers?), big red metal, ugh, ugh, ugh.'
I had a similar experience last Tuesday night. It was very damp and greasy on the roads, and I was on my way home from training round Regents Park. Riding southbound on Gower St, I was readying myself for a right-angled left turn towards Senate House. I was in the bus lane, and there was a bus about 100m behind me. I signalled left, and that I was slowing, as I drifted further to the right of primary, preparing for a gentle line around the apex of the corner.
The bus driver's reaction? To accelerate hard of course. Rather than a thought process of 'look, that cyclist has given me ample time to see his signals and must be intending to corner with caution due to the road conditions (and it definitely is slippery, so I'd better hold back in case he loses traction in front of me),' he's just let his fucking amygdala go 'ugh, ugh, ugh, my road, you move, I no brake, (what passengers?), big red metal, ugh, ugh, ugh.'
Fucking twat.