DCLane
Found in the Yorkshire hills ...
- Location
- Dewsbury, West Yorkshire
<sigh>this is going to be a process</sigh>
I'm not giving up, but it's going to a hard road back.
A hard road it may be, but the journey gets easier.
Keep going

<sigh>this is going to be a process</sigh>
I'm not giving up, but it's going to a hard road back.
<sigh>this is going to be a process</sigh>
I headed out for a test ride, then got an invitation to coffee with @vickster which I readily accepted despite her complete failure to offer me any more gears. On the way, I stopped to understand why I couldn't clip in with my right foot, and it turned out that all the walking I did when borrowing the bike (I wore my SPDs but decided I was carrying too much to safely ride. Ironically one of the things I was carrying was a bag with a pannier rack) wore the cleat down so there was no lip at the front. That caused me a couple of scares when my foot slipped off, but I modified and slowed my riding to be safe again. I think it's probably the sad demise of my shoes, but with over 32,000km on them, I guess I can't complain. It's certainly not worth putting new cleats on these beat up old shoes.
The journey home was uneventful until <tl;dr? Start here> a couple of kilometres from home, a pensioner (I guess from her hairdo) in her 80/90s hatchback passed me dangerously closely. I picked up the pace to bang on her passenger door and shout at her (yeah, I know, don't lecture me please) but she caught the lights I didn't, so I let it go. I reached a partially light controlled roundabout that I know how to navigate, but found myself in the wrong lane with a car up my arse, so dismounted. I was shaking and on the verge of tears from the previous encounter.
I'm not giving up, but it's going to a hard road back.
No problem with hijacking; I asked for this thread to be moved away from personal matters so people could discuss stuff like this.Sorry for hijacking your thread with a discussion of weird roundabout cycle lanes @jefmcg Sorry I can't offer you a hug. I don't do hugging. But I'd offer you one of my pork pies if that were possible.
I so much want to find you and give you a big hug but have a virtual one instead.
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And hugging?I'm a sometimes hugger, but a very reluctant huggee. i.e. I will (after acquiring proper consent) hug someone who seems to be in need, however I do not enjoy hugs - especially from strangers - when I am distressed.
Forum hugs are always welcome, of course.....
I so much want to find you and buy you a big drink but have a virtual hug instead.
I think I have a spare groove at the back of one of my drawers somewhere, and you're welcome to it if it would helpI'll take you up on that offer of a ride when I get my groove back.
Actually it's not. There are so many cyclists now on the roads in London that at some junctions, cyclists out number car traffic by many. Over the years car drivers have become very cyclist aware. There is also the fact that a lot of traffic in London (Central mainly) is jammed up so that cycling is far quicker and easier then driving.
Indeed i have never ridden in lots of traffic but i can see how if they are used to you then they could react to your presence better than the lottery of drivers play racing down country lanes i commute .I have to agree. I have lived in Zone 1 (Pimlico) and Zone 2 (Stamford Hill) and cycled everywhere. On the whole drivers are cyclist aware as there are so many about (with perhaps the exception of cabbies who simply don't give a sh!t).
I routinely experience worse driving in the countryside, where drivers bomb along country roads that (in the case of locals because they know the road) with little or no consideration for more vulnerable road users.
That said, the only major accident I've had was in London... but I am more nervous around here than there.
Chapter 2.
Car was a Prius mini cab driven by a (as it turned out) nice Somalian-British driver with a real arse hole of a passenger - older white British male, if it needs to be said.
Driver did not believe he was at fault, but I don't understand why. I called 999, but Friday night the Met is busy and I was stuck in a queue. Kudos that a voice quickly came on to ask if I was in danger, and when I said no, I was put back in the queue. Meanwhile the passenger has decided I'm hysterical (my angry screaming when I hit the bitumen may have been a factor there), and starts mansplaining to me why the cops aren't needed, badgering me with repeated "what benefit do you think you will get from the police attending?" I had no intention of justifying myself to this stranger who was clearly annoyed that me being struck by a car was delaying his journey home. I may have said "Shut the fark up"
Anyway, he soon had his answer, if he was paying attention. The driver showed me his taxi ID and when I asked to see his licence, he refused! Lucky just then the police arrived! Which is odd, because I was still in the queue. Turns out he was on his way somewhere and stumbled upon the scene. Parliamentary protection I think, motorbike with a gun and all! He took our statements and they matched, to quote the officer "I had to go over parts of the highway code with him" to explain he was in the wrong. Police also talked to the passenger, who I subsequently saw angrily stomping from the scene in search of another ride home without ever enquiring about my well being.
Once the driver understood he was at fault, he became genuinely apologetic. I totally believe he didn't mean to hit me. He didn't explain what was going through his head and didn't ask. We all have brain farts. He seemed like a competent driver, and getting home would be be difficult, so after he passed a breath test, I accepted his insistent offer to drive me home. We had a lovely chat on the way home, once I finally convinced him to stop apologising.
So the police have the incident recorded, but I don't know what action they will take. But I can guess.![]()
I am not making progress at all. I fumble starting to ride, and I am having many near clipless moments, which I would put down to riding a strange bike, except that didn't happen when I first started. I seem to be getting less and less confident. I actually stopped to have a cry on Kingston Bridge, after finding a short an uneventful journey on very familiar roads extremely stressful. I can't handle a roundabout unless there are no cars in sight - I am walking across more of them than I cycle across, and I regard every car approaching a stop sign to my left a potential assailant. I even shouted "look out!" to an Addison Lee moped, even though it was clear he was going to stop where he should.
Every time I go out I am less confident.