I was waiting in a queue of traffic at the lights today, southbound on Gower St, intending to turn left into Torrington Place; just like the van, car, and 2 cabs in front of me, all of them with indicators on.
Being somewhere between secondary and primary, I kept glancing behind me, waiting for the inevitable 2-wheeled kerb squeezer to roll up, which they did - they always do. The lights were due to change imminently, so I did a pre-emptive left turn signal, mainly to block the rider from fulfilling their mission of selfishness / unawareness / potential injury.
All of my rationale was implicit in the signal. My raised arm 'called out' to the cyclist, a plaintive cry into the combined blindspot and cul de sac of hubris.
I was waiting in a queue of traffic at the lights today, southbound on Gower St, intending to turn left into Torrington Place; just like the van, car, and 2 cabs in front of me, all of them with indicators on.
Being somewhere between secondary and primary, I kept glancing behind me, waiting for the inevitable 2-wheeled kerb squeezer to roll up, which they did - they always do. The lights were due to change imminently, so I did a pre-emptive left turn signal, mainly to block the rider from fulfilling their mission of selfishness / unawareness / potential injury.
All of my rationale was implicit in the signal. My raised arm 'called out' to the cyclist, a plaintive cry into the combined blindspot and cul de sac of hubris.