Sunday morning, quiet ride around Regents park to loosen up some aching legs and had a double "oh shit" in the space of 2 seconds.
Riding clockwise coming up to Ave Rd and a white BMW decides to turn right with no consideration for me being, well, right there! Even heard someone shreik in anticipation of a crash - luckily I was not absolutely flying and was hovering over the the brakes (good habit I guess) so could slow and avoid going over the bonnet. The scary thing is that that there was eye contact with the driver and they had zero recognition in their eyes - like I didn't exist. Of course they sped off.
Then a fraction after that (already slowed to walking pace by now) another dark blue BMW decides to turn left in front of me, again right into my path. This time there was slight contact - me braking hard and fading right to avoid but I still clipped the front end. Alll the time shouting "Oi" - all I could muster in the short space of time. The driver stopped, looked shocked then drove off!
Some dude in blue and yellow must have seen this as next lap he asked if I was OK (thanks!)
I was OK and kept riding, just took a lap to let the rage cool. Keeps you on your toes these moments.
Sunday morning, quiet ride around Regents park to loosen up some aching legs and had a double "oh shit" in the space of 2 seconds.
Riding clockwise coming up to Ave Rd and a white BMW decides to turn right with no consideration for me being, well, right there! Even heard someone shreik in anticipation of a crash - luckily I was not absolutely flying and was hovering over the the brakes (good habit I guess) so could slow and avoid going over the bonnet. The scary thing is that that there was eye contact with the driver and they had zero recognition in their eyes - like I didn't exist. Of course they sped off.
Then a fraction after that (already slowed to walking pace by now) another dark blue BMW decides to turn left in front of me, again right into my path. This time there was slight contact - me braking hard and fading right to avoid but I still clipped the front end. Alll the time shouting "Oi" - all I could muster in the short space of time. The driver stopped, looked shocked then drove off!
Some dude in blue and yellow must have seen this as next lap he asked if I was OK (thanks!)
I was OK and kept riding, just took a lap to let the rage cool. Keeps you on your toes these moments.