On my usual commute there is a badly designed junction which
has no bike box. Poor really as it is brand new.
I followed my normal practice of going over the stop line
protected by an extended kerb / refuge & watching the
pedestrian crossings. As I did so I heard a toot of a horn
from behind. I guessed it was from the 38 tonner I was so
keen to avoid & waved back with an open hand.
200m down the road the same Norbert Dresangle comes
ploughing past & although he pulls out at the front cuts
back in so I am less than an arm span away at the back,
very scary.
I shout that he should give me more 'kin room & I think (its
all a bit of an adrenal blur) offer a hand gesture.
Lesson one, try not to swear & gesticulate in an
offensive manner.
I am surprised when I hear shouts back as it is French
Registered & LHD. I would expect more respect from a French
driver but he is not.
He stops 50m further on as do I.
Lesson two, don't stop. Who knows what type of psycho he
could be? Peter Sutcliffe was a lorry driver.
He is out of the cab & effing & blinding. He tells me that I
should have stopped & the line & I answer back. Somewhere
along the line he call me a cnut & threatens violence.
Laughable he tells me to read the highway code & only later
realise I could have told him to read the sections of use of
the horn & room for cyclists.
I am bigger than him, fitter & wearing a helmet. But I am
already late for work & have not punched anyone since I left
school. He calls me a [censored] & I tell him to look in the
mirror if he wants to see one.
I ride off into heavy traffic so there is no way he
could catch up.
Third & most important lesson. I should have got his
registration to complain to the company. He got away with it
& because I wasn't calm enough he may even think he's right.
Be safe out there.
--
Andrew