Julia’s not enamoured of cyclists and thus I have a post about today’s doings.
There’s a spot where the sleeping policemen are in two bumps on the road, flanked by parked cars, so the only place for a cyclist is either on a narrow footpath with children usually playing or through that gap between the bumps. Cars have a problem because their wheels must go over the bumps.
It’s one lane.
In all my time going down that road these few years, it’s never been an issue. Once they see me speeding up to get through the gap, they’ve always assumed it’s to get out of their way and I do after I’m through, with cheery waves exchanged.
Today, I was closer than him to the gap but a car is faster. The moment he saw me speed up, he took it personally and came straight at the gap in front of me. I continued straight through and he pulled up right at the bumps, causing me to jam on the brakes, my tyre inches from his bumper.
Face to face, this middle-aged alpha male unwound his window and shouted abuse about cyclists.
“You f****** idiot,” I shouted back, “you’re a f****** menace – shouldn’t be on the road.”
The classic look on his face as he contemplated that a cyclist might be censuring him for his aggressive and cavalier driving should have been caught on camera.
More worrying was that I was quite prepared to be run down in this game of chicken. Back off? Moi? Especially as I was closer to the gap than him. If I hadn’t been, I’d have pulled aside.
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