Tonight I nearly died.
And that's not me just being an overdramatic woman!
I was cycling around Dartmouth Circus in Birmingham, a normally busy city ring road RAB with part time traffic lights. (At 10pm they're off.)
I got to my junction with the RAB and it was all clear to my right, I was going about 16mph, kept on going and approached the entrance to my left for the next set of road users. Being a copper I approach most road situations thinking that everyone will display a sub-normal standard of driving, because that way I'm careful and at the same time sometimes pleasantly surprised.
I saw one car run out ahead of me, where really he should have waited but got away with it because he had an engine powering him instead of two slightly flabby legs.
I had my hands covering the brakes and I was thinking 'I bet someone else comes out'; then a stupid DynoRod van approaches his line, and just keeps on going, and has the audacity to gesticulate at me for being on his precious RAB. I simultaneously swerved away from his driver's door, and braked, and waved back at him as though to say "What are you doing?" (we all know *that wave*) and someone (I hope not him) *tooted.*
Rude.
Anyway I got his VRM and intend to put the fear of God into him (read: write a strongly worded letter to the registered owner of the van whom I will never be able to prove was the driver at the time)
Anyway, in other - somewhat better - news, someone tried to head butt me today, and because he was a short little angry man, and I'm a 6' tall woman, he only managed to graze the front of my stab vest. Brilliant!
And that's not me just being an overdramatic woman!
I was cycling around Dartmouth Circus in Birmingham, a normally busy city ring road RAB with part time traffic lights. (At 10pm they're off.)
I got to my junction with the RAB and it was all clear to my right, I was going about 16mph, kept on going and approached the entrance to my left for the next set of road users. Being a copper I approach most road situations thinking that everyone will display a sub-normal standard of driving, because that way I'm careful and at the same time sometimes pleasantly surprised.
I saw one car run out ahead of me, where really he should have waited but got away with it because he had an engine powering him instead of two slightly flabby legs.
I had my hands covering the brakes and I was thinking 'I bet someone else comes out'; then a stupid DynoRod van approaches his line, and just keeps on going, and has the audacity to gesticulate at me for being on his precious RAB. I simultaneously swerved away from his driver's door, and braked, and waved back at him as though to say "What are you doing?" (we all know *that wave*) and someone (I hope not him) *tooted.*
Rude.
Anyway I got his VRM and intend to put the fear of God into him (read: write a strongly worded letter to the registered owner of the van whom I will never be able to prove was the driver at the time)
Anyway, in other - somewhat better - news, someone tried to head butt me today, and because he was a short little angry man, and I'm a 6' tall woman, he only managed to graze the front of my stab vest. Brilliant!