also it's all to easy to tense up in those situations and grip on for dear life and clench your teeth so it's not even immediately easy to shout.
Yeah, thinking back I think I'd just sort of stopped pedalling (roadie, innit), feet level to keep the left pedal from hitting the kerb, leant the bike left whilst keeping myself upright, to keep the bars away from the van and once I started getting splashed I think I might've unclipped my right foot (fuck knows what good I thought that would have done). Then it was just a case of trying not to stack it into him or the kerb.
Once he'd passed I shoulderchecked and the car behind him had slowed right down and given me a fair bit of room so I just tucked in behind the van and used the adrenaline to draft him the rest of the way over. I really don't know what I'd have done if he'd had to stop at the lights. I've never got violent with a driver before but fucking hell, that was a scary one.
Yeah, thinking back I think I'd just sort of stopped pedalling (roadie, innit), feet level to keep the left pedal from hitting the kerb, leant the bike left whilst keeping myself upright, to keep the bars away from the van and once I started getting splashed I think I might've unclipped my right foot (fuck knows what good I thought that would have done). Then it was just a case of trying not to stack it into him or the kerb.
Once he'd passed I shoulderchecked and the car behind him had slowed right down and given me a fair bit of room so I just tucked in behind the van and used the adrenaline to draft him the rest of the way over. I really don't know what I'd have done if he'd had to stop at the lights. I've never got violent with a driver before but fucking hell, that was a scary one.