From a driver's perspective;
Driving to my site yesterday - lovely sunny day, not in a rush, quiet back street in Brockley. At a difficult T junction at which I always stop dead in the car and slow right down on the bike because parking is right up to the corners and you just cant see dick.
I check both ways, start to pull out, fat man on a hybrid appears in line of sight coming from my left - I stop dead 1.5m from him, he turns and gives me a filthy look and gesticulates inarticulately, laughingly I shout from my open window -"Well I did stop didn't I?"
"only just, Arsehole!"
Charming.
He rode off showing 3 inches of fat bum crack, and I'm left thinking - (as a 20 year plus London cycling veteran) "Fucking cyclists!"
From a driver's perspective;
Driving to my site yesterday - lovely sunny day, not in a rush, quiet back street in Brockley. At a difficult T junction at which I always stop dead in the car and slow right down on the bike because parking is right up to the corners and you just cant see dick.
I check both ways, start to pull out, fat man on a hybrid appears in line of sight coming from my left - I stop dead 1.5m from him, he turns and gives me a filthy look and gesticulates inarticulately, laughingly I shout from my open window -"Well I did stop didn't I?"
"only just, Arsehole!"
Charming.
He rode off showing 3 inches of fat bum crack, and I'm left thinking - (as a 20 year plus London cycling veteran) "Fucking cyclists!"