"Oh Shit" moments...

I'm not in London, but we still have cars, busses and everything out here in the 'sticks' including cabs and more importantly cab drivers.

Riding along the seas front road (I live in a seaside town), approaching some traffic lights, that turned red when I was about 15 yards from them. As I started to slow, a huge people carrier overtook me, slapped his brakes on, and then swerved hard left, jamming his front wheel into the curb. This would have been OK, if it hadn't been for the fact that I was only about 10 feet behind him. OH SHIIIIII

Fortunately my reactions were quick enough to allow me to swing up the outside, rather than A) Run slap into the back of his cab, or (B) Get crushed into the curb.

When the light changed, the delightful driver had a second swing at me, this time to the right, but missed as I was going so slow and he had engaged some sort of warp drive.

That's when I spotted his very easily remembered Hackney Cab plate number!

Has this been resolved?

Has this been resolved?

If this question's for me. No, not yet.

It happened Thursday evening and I only filled out the Local Authority complaint form yesterday.

Riding home from muddy hell, white van going in opposite direction overtakes car, nearly takes me and my friend out, took a me a few seconds to register what just happened

^ This happens to me on most rides here longer than 30 minutes. No lane discipline!

Did my first ever nose manual today across the zebra crossing at the top of Southampton Way/Peckham Road this morning when I didn't see a pedestrian on the crossing until the last second and slammed my brake on.
I really wish I'd been able to see it, I have no idea how close I came to going over the bars but I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself that I held it together without even really noticing what I was doing.

Just watched a guy on a scooter eat shit right in front of me. He tore arse through a junction then hit the dirt for no discernible reason. It was pretty spectacular - he just stacked it sideways and slid along on his side.

As I passed him he was standing up and dusting himself off. I asked if he was ok, seems he was. At this point he still had his cigarette in his mouth. What a boss.

Wet manhole cover, I'll wager.

Ground was bone dry though!

Incredibly I also ate shit a few hours later. Hit by a Prius (I fucking hate Priuseseseses). I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been because I was really tired and he was clearly oblivious to everything around him. Hit me side-on, knocked my rear wheel out from under me. I went down hard.

The two seconds before impact, when I saw him coming - FAST - were the definition of an "Oh shit!" moment. Fucking terrifying.

Went down 50km from home with no other way back so just rode it out. Ouch.

Turning on to Jamaica today I was in the Bus Lane, accererating along with a van who was one lane over in the regular lane.
Being diagonally behind the leading van I was in the blind spot for anyone coming the other way who wanted to turn right, across our lanes, into a side road.
Lo and behold a cyclist turned abruptly across my path towards said road immediately after the van had passed him without checking to see if there was anything following it (me).
Would've absolutely clattered him had I not yelped/swerved etc.

Fucking blind spots. I'm gonna try and remain more visible when following big vehicles (especially at speed). I can sort of sympathise with the geezer who turned immediately after the van passed. I've been there, starting off to make a right turn the second after a bus passes you, only to find there was someone following it. Phew.

The moment after another cyclist ploughs into the back of you and you pick yourself up and see this...

Forgive the dirty carpet.

Wtf?

Exactly!

How does someone going into the back of you result in that?

My current theory is that the twat was going very fast and my front brake was locked up. But still...

'tis but a flesh wound.

I'm trying to hammer it back to shape as we speak.

I really wouldn't. One day you'll hit a bump and it'll crack and everyone will die.

As long as that includes the bastard that hit me.

i hope he immediately attempted to throw all his money at you and beg for forgiveness

Nope... Rode off on his undamaged bike. Post this in c**t of the day?

I would.

^^ Epic wtf

The moment after another cyclist ploughs into the back of you and you pick yourself up and see this...

Forgive the dirty carpet.

WTF! is your frame made of cheese?

Excellent ironic stickers though.