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Terry D
Guest
....I did anyway. Chase after the car that is.
I'm not normally inclined towards this sort of behaviour, but seeing as
the incident took place at the turn off to the street where I live, I
thought perhaps something should be said if only to avoid possible
future unpleasantness.
This is what happened. There is a rather peculiar double mini roundabout
at a staggered junction just before the point where I turn right into
our Crescent. I have adopted the strategy of moving to the right-hand
side of the straight on lane in order to move to the centre of the road
as I leave the roundabout(s). This puts me in a good position to turn
right into the Crescent. Unfortunately for me many motorists can't see
the sense in this manoeuvre and several have been known to demonstrate
their displeasure by driving very close to me and in some cases shouting
abuse. This evening's exponent of the Art Of Showing The Lycra Brigade
How You Feel was behind me until just before I reached the right turn
for the Crescent. There was a car waiting to turn right and another
behind him waiting to go up the main road. The gentleman in question
then made his move, he pushed between me and the second car in order to
take up his place behind the car turning right. Not only did I have to
move right to avoid being hit, I was also forced to cross the white line
as I did so. I was not a happy bunny.
That is where it would normally end, possibly with a shout of "Oi,
******!" as the car drives off into the distance. This time it was
different, this time I knew I could catch up with the stupid bugger. The
road he was turning down only goes to the Close or the Crescent. I
followed him. He went into the Close and parked in his drive. I greeted
him with a cheery "What was the point of that little episode back there
then?". "What episode?" he replied. "The bit where you tried to push me
off the road" says I, quick as a flash. I was building up to a good
reasoned argument with somebody who was definitely going to lose, I was
looking forward to it, one up for the Lycra Brigade and all that.
He wasn't giving up easily though, he tried to turn the tables with a
question of his own. "What were you doing in the middle of the road
anyway?". Ooh, gotcha mate, I thought as I parried with right on my
side. "Turning right!".
Wrong answer. This guy knew all about cycling and how it should be done
properly, how it used to be done by cyclists in his day. He went on to
explain that I should wait at the left hand side of the road and cross
when the road is clear of traffic. I was so sure I had been doing it
right all this time, but I have been shown the error of my ways. So much
for Cyclecraft and the Highway Code and all the U.R.C. gurus. They are
all wrong. The only man who knows how to turn right on a bicycle is a
belligerent old fart in the next road to me.
Please take heed of this warning, he could be coming your way tomorrow.
Terry Duckmanton
--
It's not me that's stopping you from overtaking, it's all them cars
coming the other way!
I'm not normally inclined towards this sort of behaviour, but seeing as
the incident took place at the turn off to the street where I live, I
thought perhaps something should be said if only to avoid possible
future unpleasantness.
This is what happened. There is a rather peculiar double mini roundabout
at a staggered junction just before the point where I turn right into
our Crescent. I have adopted the strategy of moving to the right-hand
side of the straight on lane in order to move to the centre of the road
as I leave the roundabout(s). This puts me in a good position to turn
right into the Crescent. Unfortunately for me many motorists can't see
the sense in this manoeuvre and several have been known to demonstrate
their displeasure by driving very close to me and in some cases shouting
abuse. This evening's exponent of the Art Of Showing The Lycra Brigade
How You Feel was behind me until just before I reached the right turn
for the Crescent. There was a car waiting to turn right and another
behind him waiting to go up the main road. The gentleman in question
then made his move, he pushed between me and the second car in order to
take up his place behind the car turning right. Not only did I have to
move right to avoid being hit, I was also forced to cross the white line
as I did so. I was not a happy bunny.
That is where it would normally end, possibly with a shout of "Oi,
******!" as the car drives off into the distance. This time it was
different, this time I knew I could catch up with the stupid bugger. The
road he was turning down only goes to the Close or the Crescent. I
followed him. He went into the Close and parked in his drive. I greeted
him with a cheery "What was the point of that little episode back there
then?". "What episode?" he replied. "The bit where you tried to push me
off the road" says I, quick as a flash. I was building up to a good
reasoned argument with somebody who was definitely going to lose, I was
looking forward to it, one up for the Lycra Brigade and all that.
He wasn't giving up easily though, he tried to turn the tables with a
question of his own. "What were you doing in the middle of the road
anyway?". Ooh, gotcha mate, I thought as I parried with right on my
side. "Turning right!".
Wrong answer. This guy knew all about cycling and how it should be done
properly, how it used to be done by cyclists in his day. He went on to
explain that I should wait at the left hand side of the road and cross
when the road is clear of traffic. I was so sure I had been doing it
right all this time, but I have been shown the error of my ways. So much
for Cyclecraft and the Highway Code and all the U.R.C. gurus. They are
all wrong. The only man who knows how to turn right on a bicycle is a
belligerent old fart in the next road to me.
Please take heed of this warning, he could be coming your way tomorrow.
Terry Duckmanton
--
It's not me that's stopping you from overtaking, it's all them cars
coming the other way!