Well I nearly collected a stealth cyclist on the bonnet of my car last night. He was lucky that 1) I
saw him and 2) I 'knew' he had over-cooked
This early middle aged guy on a Halfraud's special, devoid of all lights, chunders down the pavement
of a steepish hill obviously intent on flashing across the traffic held at the lights.
Lights change, everyone starts to move (except me -- hoot from behind). Squeal of brakes (I assume,
I was listening to the radio), much fishtailing of bike, guy just holds it all together and neither
falls off nor goes over the bars -- but stops in the middle of the inside lane -- my lane -- about
10 foot from me looking sheepish.
I only saw him as a dark shape in front of the brightly lit Chinese takeaway!!