This isn't the first time I've almost been offed on this section of road riding in the shown cyclepath:
http://maps.google.c...,291.65,,0,6.83
Blue saloon starts rolling alongside me, rather close, and starts getting closer ... and closer - I shout out but he doesn't hear - think maybe he's planning on pulling in to park and just hasn't seen me I brake hard but it's too late and I stumble and have to lean on his boot to stop myself from falling over ... and the driver zips off leaving me having to pull a seriously wobbly maneuver into fortunately an empty lane to stay upright.
Of course then the adrenaline and the fight or flight instinct has kicked in and I give chase shouting "STOP!" at the top of my voice pointing at the kerb. Nothing is really running through my head at that point - I don't know what I'm doing, what I hope to achieve by chasing him but I just have to stop him and have a go. Was he just careless? Did he do it on purpose to put the frighteners up a cyclist? Is it even a he? I'm reciting his license plate over and over in my head so if he gets away I can report him - but he almost knocked me off and just drove off!
Quarter mile up the main road he turns a corner, I'm still racing and shouting and he pulls into a cul de sac and stops. I stop a few meters behind him. Wait ... what have I done? What if it's some massive bruiser and his mate and I'm about to get my head kicked in? Door opens. Out steps a little old chinese guy. My heart sinks. I've just been chasing and screaming at an old couple. They were probably terrified. Old man comes over with hims arms out saying I'm sorry I'm sorry. I say you've got to be more careful, look out more, I'm sorry I chased and screamed at you but I was so scared. By this time the guys got his hands on my shoulders and I feel close to tears from a combination of adrenaline comedown, fear and shame. We part ways amicably and I get back on the road, slowly and carefully, my left leg twitching like a b*stard.
I shouldn't feel so bad. The guy almost had me off, put me in a hell of a lot of danger and he just drove off. At least I worked out my agression pushing pedals rather than at him. Maybe he deserved the fright I gave him giving chase, but I'm not an eye for an eye type and I just feel like an arse. Well, at least it was resolved amicably.
So, did I do the right thing? Should I have just let it go? Should I have taken his plate and reported him instead, or got a camera and reported with footage?
http://maps.google.c...,291.65,,0,6.83
Blue saloon starts rolling alongside me, rather close, and starts getting closer ... and closer - I shout out but he doesn't hear - think maybe he's planning on pulling in to park and just hasn't seen me I brake hard but it's too late and I stumble and have to lean on his boot to stop myself from falling over ... and the driver zips off leaving me having to pull a seriously wobbly maneuver into fortunately an empty lane to stay upright.
Of course then the adrenaline and the fight or flight instinct has kicked in and I give chase shouting "STOP!" at the top of my voice pointing at the kerb. Nothing is really running through my head at that point - I don't know what I'm doing, what I hope to achieve by chasing him but I just have to stop him and have a go. Was he just careless? Did he do it on purpose to put the frighteners up a cyclist? Is it even a he? I'm reciting his license plate over and over in my head so if he gets away I can report him - but he almost knocked me off and just drove off!
Quarter mile up the main road he turns a corner, I'm still racing and shouting and he pulls into a cul de sac and stops. I stop a few meters behind him. Wait ... what have I done? What if it's some massive bruiser and his mate and I'm about to get my head kicked in? Door opens. Out steps a little old chinese guy. My heart sinks. I've just been chasing and screaming at an old couple. They were probably terrified. Old man comes over with hims arms out saying I'm sorry I'm sorry. I say you've got to be more careful, look out more, I'm sorry I chased and screamed at you but I was so scared. By this time the guys got his hands on my shoulders and I feel close to tears from a combination of adrenaline comedown, fear and shame. We part ways amicably and I get back on the road, slowly and carefully, my left leg twitching like a b*stard.
I shouldn't feel so bad. The guy almost had me off, put me in a hell of a lot of danger and he just drove off. At least I worked out my agression pushing pedals rather than at him. Maybe he deserved the fright I gave him giving chase, but I'm not an eye for an eye type and I just feel like an arse. Well, at least it was resolved amicably.
So, did I do the right thing? Should I have just let it go? Should I have taken his plate and reported him instead, or got a camera and reported with footage?