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He must have just been practicing on me then, cos I'm still alive and pedalin.

Let's hope the police have a word soon, before he turns into serial I can't see youist.

Six weeks? When I dislocated mine a couple of years ago, I was signed off work for four weeks and was not allowed to drive or cycle during that time, but was given some simple exercises to do and told I could use my turbo, which I did every other day.

At the end of four weeks I had full movement of my arm, it was a bit uncomfortable but nothing more, I was then told I could have surgery but it was not the preferred option, and that I could just carry on and do everything I previously had done, so I have.

Silver Toyota Yaris on the A38 near Cheddar at lunch time, thanks for overtaking me in the narrow road section and making me pull my right arm in to save it hitting your windscreen. You do realise this is the signal to tell you I am turning right don't you? I know you do, as when I looked across at you, with your white / grey hair and matching beard, you were staring straight ahead in that Ican'tseeyou Ican'tseeyou Ican'tseeyou kind of way that people like you do when you know you've just been an utter cunt.

I have your registration number and a video, and I WILL be reporting you to Avon and Somerset's finest.

DAMN! I love my little camera.

EDIT: I've had an e-mail from A&S asking me to attend a station, give a statement and hand over the video footage from today. BLIMEY!

Road CC are saying both driver and rider have spoken to the Police.

The rider doesn't wish to press charges.

That may be the case in cities, but out by the seaside where I live we have a high percentage of retired people and hence drivers, and I have lost count of the number of times I have had cars pull out on me, try to crush me against the curb, preform extremely dodgy overtakes, overtake and then stop / turn that have been driven by older drivers.

I also ride a horse, so have a height advantage and better visibility down into cars, and it is older men who are the most troublesome, time and time and time again.

I don't take any of it personally, they are not trying to specifically kill me, any passing pedestrian / cyclist / horse rider / fellow road user will do.

I haven't used it in complete darkness, but at dusk, when cars had their headlights on and street lights were on, it recorded well enough for me to get the reg number of a bus that did a couple of close passes.

It does not like headlights lights shining straight at it... but who does?

https://vimeo.com/116431029

Out for a nice ride a couple of days ago, rattling down a hill through a local village and Mr Jag XK is way too important to have to wait at a junction for a mere bicycle to ride past and decides to pull out, slowly and blocking the whole road so not even a chance to nip a crafty (but legal) overtake in.

I saw it coming so was already on the brakes, but it was still a fair job to not go straight into the side of him (sexist assumption as I couldn't see the driver).

Reg K1CWT, so distinctive I even remembered it, which in itself is remarkable, however, I was also trying out my new SJ4000 (Go Pro ripoff) camera.

So, reported to the nice people at Avon and Somerset with video clip to back it up.

I'm still not convinced he actually saw me at all, and I followed him for a quarter of a mile after the junction, with my nice Moon front light flashing away like a good'un.

I got a load of 2015 KOM's today.

I hope the weather's shit tomorrow, it would be nice to keep them for 24 hours.

Many car drivers are escalating this war of light by now driving with their front fog lights on, in addition to having their headlamps set to the maximum dazzle position.

Erm, never mind.

Didn't spot the whole other page after the post I was replying to.

Just to add, as a non commuter, this is an enthralling and educating thread.

I'm after a C40, I looked at this ad... and then left.

Just built this.

Started with a cheap NOS frame from the bay, and.....

mix together in a bowel, scoop out and roll into a ball, leave to go solid over night.
Eeeewwwww. Really? I don't know about this health food I really don't.

Wonderful frames.

Mine's a touch bigger and weighs 8.0kgs built up.

Whoever buys this will not be disappointed.

Have a bump.

Totally selfish viewpoint, but I'm glad to see the show return to Bristol.

Anything by William Fotheringham, all extremely well researched and written.

In Pursuit of Stardom by Tony Hewson; the amazing adventures of a bunch of lads who, back in the 50's, decided to try and make it as pro cyclists in Europe. Tony has his own web site, so you can buy this direct if you wish.

Tomorrow We Ride, by Jean Bobet (younger brother of Louison), an insiders look at top level pro riding in the 50's, with a very poignant ending.

The Rider has been mentioned, and should be a must read for anyone who considers themselves a cyclist as should French Revolutions, as it is so well written and so funny.

Wide Eyed and Legless by Jeff Connor; follows the ANC-Halfords team on their attempt to dominate the 1987 TdF. It is really several books in one, as Jeff includes the reports he was sending back to his newspaper as well as the day to day workings of the ANC-Halfords team.

One to miss in my opinion is Project Rainbow by Rod Ellingworth. The subject matter is worthy, but Rod really should have had the help of a ghost writer... and if he did, he should have used someone else. It is dry, long and in the end a test of my resolve to finish the damn thing, as it was a gift from my son.

Come and Gone, and Dog in a Hat by Joe Parkin, a couple of entertaining 'warts and all' books from within both the European peleton and also on life afterwards in the American cycling world.

Another I didn't really enjoy was Paul Kimmage's, Rough Ride. It just left me feeling that he was all bitter and bent out of shape because he didn't make it as a pro... and this was not just to do with the drugs.

On the same subject, Dave Millar's book is a lot better and enlightening about the life (and loneliness) of a pro rider.

And another pre-reg, next job is to turn the miscellaneous pile of 1970's bits I have collected, into a working bike.

I might have missed it, but that list does not seem to have the Bristol jumbles listed.

They are on the first Saturday of every month outside Mud Dock cyclery from around 12.00 until 1.30 ish.

There is p&d parking right outside the shop, to keep the boot of your car nice and close to the buying action.

I was given a copy of the book by my roadie fanatic son for my birthday, and was pretty blown away.

I had no idea what to expect, but whatever it was I wasn't expecting, I really wasn't expecting a cycling book in couplets. Very cool.

I did a brief write up in the book thread on Retrobike, so that will have undoubtedly swelled sales by at least oh... a copy, maybe even two!

Now watch it go to court and the guy get three points on his licence and a £50 fine.

Deliberately kill someone with a gun, you get life; do it with a car, you get two years max.

I think a few letters to the Mayor of Bristol are required.

My deepest condolences to the families of the couple killed, tragic waste.

ha ha, all that effort and you think he would overlook a fuel tank breather? I somehow doubt it!

Unlikely I know, but in 30 years of working on custom & restored motorcycles I have seen all sorts, including the guy who after a two year build phoned me to tell me the engine I had built would not start. He was right, it wouldn't, until I connected the negative wire to the battery!

Looks great, it's going to go pretty well with a 70cc engine.

One thing: You don't appear to have a breather on the fuel tank, unless there is a tiny hole in the filler cap / plug.

No air in = no fuel out.

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.

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!

It's what you have to do when you've run out of holiday and phone in sick..... allegedly.