I apologise for cycling on the verge of recklessly to extricate myself from the situation created by another Brompton rider's dick move.
On Guilford St, having accelerated away from the melee that occurs between Calthorpe St & Coram's Fields, I stopped behind a 'dustbin lorry' which had stopped at the pedestrian crossing outside the Institute of Child Health. Mr. Twatfold wobbled up behind us, then went through the zebra on the wrong side (it's a 2-way street at that point) when it was impossible to see how much progress the pedestrians had made in front of the dustbin lorry, then stayed on the righthand side of the road. I'll often take primary in that lane ready for the righthand turn before Russell Square, but not hover all the way over in the parked-car-door-prize-zone like this knobend.
Anyway, the dustbin lorry and myself pull away from the crossing, rapidly catching up with twatfolder, who then suddenly veers more towards the centre of the road (obviously not taking the right before Russell Square). The dustbin lorry brakes, and I make the split second decision to accelerate hard and overtake him on the right before another section of parked cars looms up - not death-defying, but I had to really go for it. Then Mr. Twatfold wobbles to the right again, forcing me to undertake him fairly aggressively, as I didn't fancy hauling on the brakes with a dustbin lorry right behind me.
Ultimately, at the point Mr. Twatfold went through the pedestrian crossing dangerously, I should've anticipated he'd continue to ride like a prick all the way along Guilford St, and made the decision to sit calmly and patiently behind the dustbin lorry until my righthand turn - it probably would've been a better way of redressing the tainted public image of Brompton riders at that moment in time.
I apologise for cycling on the verge of recklessly to extricate myself from the situation created by another Brompton rider's dick move.
On Guilford St, having accelerated away from the melee that occurs between Calthorpe St & Coram's Fields, I stopped behind a 'dustbin lorry' which had stopped at the pedestrian crossing outside the Institute of Child Health. Mr. Twatfold wobbled up behind us, then went through the zebra on the wrong side (it's a 2-way street at that point) when it was impossible to see how much progress the pedestrians had made in front of the dustbin lorry, then stayed on the righthand side of the road. I'll often take primary in that lane ready for the righthand turn before Russell Square, but not hover all the way over in the parked-car-door-prize-zone like this knobend.
Anyway, the dustbin lorry and myself pull away from the crossing, rapidly catching up with twatfolder, who then suddenly veers more towards the centre of the road (obviously not taking the right before Russell Square). The dustbin lorry brakes, and I make the split second decision to accelerate hard and overtake him on the right before another section of parked cars looms up - not death-defying, but I had to really go for it. Then Mr. Twatfold wobbles to the right again, forcing me to undertake him fairly aggressively, as I didn't fancy hauling on the brakes with a dustbin lorry right behind me.
Ultimately, at the point Mr. Twatfold went through the pedestrian crossing dangerously, I should've anticipated he'd continue to ride like a prick all the way along Guilford St, and made the decision to sit calmly and patiently behind the dustbin lorry until my righthand turn - it probably would've been a better way of redressing the tainted public image of Brompton riders at that moment in time.
You live and learn, hopefully.