Bobbling merrily along the bus lane this morning, City Road approaching Old Street, taxi behind me about to overtake but giving me plenty of room. Chap approaches behind both of us, pedalling furiously, assesses the situation, decides the three foot gap between me and the overtaking cab suits him perfectly and dives blithely in.
Clips me with a bony elbow then shouts at the taxi driver, who has had to brake so hard he locks his wheels to avoid producing a kamikaze-cyclist pancake. I rarely bollock other riders, but had to make an exception for this witless goon, who turns to me for moral support and is surprised to get an assessment of his lunacy instead. He mumbles something unconvincing about not telling him how to ride, to which I respond by informing him of the cycle training schemes widely available in London, even to morons.
Then he got hit by a van after RLJing. That was probably the van's fault too though, right?
Bobbling merrily along the bus lane this morning, City Road approaching Old Street, taxi behind me about to overtake but giving me plenty of room. Chap approaches behind both of us, pedalling furiously, assesses the situation, decides the three foot gap between me and the overtaking cab suits him perfectly and dives blithely in.
Clips me with a bony elbow then shouts at the taxi driver, who has had to brake so hard he locks his wheels to avoid producing a kamikaze-cyclist pancake. I rarely bollock other riders, but had to make an exception for this witless goon, who turns to me for moral support and is surprised to get an assessment of his lunacy instead. He mumbles something unconvincing about not telling him how to ride, to which I respond by informing him of the cycle training schemes widely available in London, even to morons.
Then he got hit by a van after RLJing. That was probably the van's fault too though, right?