Learnt two very quick lessons today within 10 minutes, whilst pedalling down Chapel Street.
Not all motorists are bad.
Not all cyclists are good.
First lesson, cycling along near the Jam Factory. Large 4WD is backing in to a parking spot. Causing me to brake and wait, as I was not particularly enthusiastic about taking on the heavy traffic swerving around the 4WD. When the driver finally took the spot, I continued on. The drivers’ window was down, and she smiled and said loudly "very sorry about that". I promptly said back, "Well that's no problem". Ah, the world is a nice place.
Second lesson, further down Chapel Street I came upon another cyclist, I wanted to pass but realised it probably wasn't a good idea. She was wobbling all over the bike lane, add that with a gusty wind and more heavy traffic, well, thought it best to hang back and wait. After patiently waiting, and watching her narrowly miss tram passengers at three separate stops, I'd had enough.
On the last near miss I yelled out "WAIT FOR PASSENGERS". She yelled something back about not wanting to hit people (this could of fooled most people watching) swore and raised the middle finger while turning left into Carlisle Street. I just felt really sorry for her; she seemed to have an unhealthy combination of nervousness and aggression.
Anyway, for me as a lady cyclist, it was an fascinating departure from the normally all male interactions one gets while cycling in the city and suburbs. 😉