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That Cyclist[1] are Nice, Motorists[2] are Mean was once again confirmed
to me on my commute home this evening.
Trudging up The Hill I watched two children, about 8-ish, in the
distance waiting to cross the road. By the time I reached them, they
were obviously getting frustrated and cold; despite some cars turning
off at junctions just past them, no one had stopped to let them cross.
So I did. Took the primary position and said "take your time". For my
troubles and as they began to cross, the car behind overtook and damn
near flattened them. Meanwhile another driver was hooting away in
complaint at, oh, 30 seconds delay. THIS SORT OF THING MAKES ME CROSS.
Shortly afterwards, I come to my blind bend. Unlit country lane, no
pavements, narrow and bending to the right. EVERY BLOODY DAY, I will be
overtaken on this bend by someone who cannot have an inkling as to what
is round the corner or coming round the corner. Today, I thought "sod
this, I'll ride as far out as I dare". I left barely enough room for
whatever may be coming round the corner and felt a little nervous. BUT
SOME **** STILL OVERTOOK ME.
Someday there is going to be a prang here. Or, as there are quite often
prangs here, it is more accurate to say I will see a prang here someday.
I just hope that the overtaking plonker is driving a bigger, heavier car
and is going faster than the poor sod coming the other way. At least
then I stand a cat's chance that the maths will mean the combined
wreckage doesn't land on top of me in a ditch. Unless vectors are
involved, of course.
But don't get me wrong, I love commuting by bike again.
[1] in a sample size of "me".
[2] 95% of a sample size of thousands.
to me on my commute home this evening.
Trudging up The Hill I watched two children, about 8-ish, in the
distance waiting to cross the road. By the time I reached them, they
were obviously getting frustrated and cold; despite some cars turning
off at junctions just past them, no one had stopped to let them cross.
So I did. Took the primary position and said "take your time". For my
troubles and as they began to cross, the car behind overtook and damn
near flattened them. Meanwhile another driver was hooting away in
complaint at, oh, 30 seconds delay. THIS SORT OF THING MAKES ME CROSS.
Shortly afterwards, I come to my blind bend. Unlit country lane, no
pavements, narrow and bending to the right. EVERY BLOODY DAY, I will be
overtaken on this bend by someone who cannot have an inkling as to what
is round the corner or coming round the corner. Today, I thought "sod
this, I'll ride as far out as I dare". I left barely enough room for
whatever may be coming round the corner and felt a little nervous. BUT
SOME **** STILL OVERTOOK ME.
Someday there is going to be a prang here. Or, as there are quite often
prangs here, it is more accurate to say I will see a prang here someday.
I just hope that the overtaking plonker is driving a bigger, heavier car
and is going faster than the poor sod coming the other way. At least
then I stand a cat's chance that the maths will mean the combined
wreckage doesn't land on top of me in a ditch. Unless vectors are
involved, of course.
But don't get me wrong, I love commuting by bike again.
[1] in a sample size of "me".
[2] 95% of a sample size of thousands.