Going up Eversholt Street towards Mornington Crescent earlier, there was line of cars almost back to Euston station because of the temporary traffic lights up the other end. I'm riding in primary, all good, shoulder check, nothing there, all good, slow down and move right a little so I can see if it's clear to overtake, why the fuck am I on the floor, not good. Oh, it's probably something to do with my bike being jammed under the front of this car.
Quite an oh shit! moment as it was so sudden and unexpected - I have no idea what exactly happened and I'm not even sure where he came from (turned out of a side road going fairly fast I think), he said I "cut in" but I was in primary to begin with so not sure I buy that.
Then I got home about 10 mins later, unlocked the door and realised that the keys to my bike locks were missing (and I don't think my spares are in London), double oh shit! I went straight back and thankfully found them in the middle of the road, obviously been run over but they still work.
Going up Eversholt Street towards Mornington Crescent earlier, there was line of cars almost back to Euston station because of the temporary traffic lights up the other end. I'm riding in primary, all good, shoulder check, nothing there, all good, slow down and move right a little so I can see if it's clear to overtake, why the fuck am I on the floor, not good. Oh, it's probably something to do with my bike being jammed under the front of this car.
Quite an oh shit! moment as it was so sudden and unexpected - I have no idea what exactly happened and I'm not even sure where he came from (turned out of a side road going fairly fast I think), he said I "cut in" but I was in primary to begin with so not sure I buy that.
Then I got home about 10 mins later, unlocked the door and realised that the keys to my bike locks were missing (and I don't think my spares are in London), double oh shit! I went straight back and thankfully found them in the middle of the road, obviously been run over but they still work.