I saw a brilliant bit of bi-wheeled bellendery at the bottom of Spur Road and Kennington Road this morning (the bit where the cabs turn up to go to the Waterloo cab rank). I've come a cropper there being cut up by cabs before so I'm usually pretty careful these days but this was a doozy:
Heading east in a sizeable nodder peloton towards that turning off, the lights at the main junction (Old Vic) just beyond the side turning are red and there's already a queue of stationary traffic all the way back to the boxed-off junction.
Eastbound traffic duly stops on the west side of the box to allow queue of cabs coming from the opposite direction to turn right; across the eastbound carriageway and into Spur road. As the lights are red and there's four or five cabs to let though everyone including a group of at least half a dozen cyclists in the cycle lane stop to let them though. The first one turns in with raised hand of thanks closely followed by his colleagues...
at this point a husky middle aged man on a red Giant Defy with yellow tinted glasses, a helmet and a lot of lycra comes barging though the waiting pack of cyclists and launches himself between the first and second black cabs turning into the side street. There's an audible collective gasp and cringe from the waiting cyclists. The cab stands on the brakes narrowly avoiding hitting him and beeps and gesticulates.
The cyclist goes NUTS and starts screaming "IT'S MY RIGHT OF WAY! PRICK!" spit flying and everything. The cabbie shrugged and offered "Twit".
I saw a brilliant bit of bi-wheeled bellendery at the bottom of Spur Road and Kennington Road this morning (the bit where the cabs turn up to go to the Waterloo cab rank). I've come a cropper there being cut up by cabs before so I'm usually pretty careful these days but this was a doozy:
Heading east in a sizeable nodder peloton towards that turning off, the lights at the main junction (Old Vic) just beyond the side turning are red and there's already a queue of stationary traffic all the way back to the boxed-off junction.
Eastbound traffic duly stops on the west side of the box to allow queue of cabs coming from the opposite direction to turn right; across the eastbound carriageway and into Spur road. As the lights are red and there's four or five cabs to let though everyone including a group of at least half a dozen cyclists in the cycle lane stop to let them though. The first one turns in with raised hand of thanks closely followed by his colleagues...
at this point a husky middle aged man on a red Giant Defy with yellow tinted glasses, a helmet and a lot of lycra comes barging though the waiting pack of cyclists and launches himself between the first and second black cabs turning into the side street. There's an audible collective gasp and cringe from the waiting cyclists. The cab stands on the brakes narrowly avoiding hitting him and beeps and gesticulates.
The cyclist goes NUTS and starts screaming "IT'S MY RIGHT OF WAY! PRICK!" spit flying and everything. The cabbie shrugged and offered "Twit".
I laughed and rode off after the cabs.
The end.