(Well, almost)
I was cycling back from Choir Practice (I kid you not) with one of the altos. We were two abreast (alto in the alleged cycle lane, me on the outside) heading along the Romford Road in east London, about a mile from where a bus passenger was dragged to his death by a bendy bus.
Suddenly, there was a "toot toot", and a bendy bus swept past us, and no sooner had the front couple of yards of bus gone past than it began to move over towards the cycle lane. A bit of sharp braking and re-allignment ensured that I didn't meet the same fate as the poor chap last week.
But what was the point of the guy driving like that? The road was quiet, and two lanes wide. The bus was not drawing up at a bus stop; it just vanished into the night, towards last week's killing ground.
I get so fed up with this potentially lethal bullying. Clearly, the training provided by the bus companies to its drivers is inadequate.

I was cycling back from Choir Practice (I kid you not) with one of the altos. We were two abreast (alto in the alleged cycle lane, me on the outside) heading along the Romford Road in east London, about a mile from where a bus passenger was dragged to his death by a bendy bus.
Suddenly, there was a "toot toot", and a bendy bus swept past us, and no sooner had the front couple of yards of bus gone past than it began to move over towards the cycle lane. A bit of sharp braking and re-allignment ensured that I didn't meet the same fate as the poor chap last week.
But what was the point of the guy driving like that? The road was quiet, and two lanes wide. The bus was not drawing up at a bus stop; it just vanished into the night, towards last week's killing ground.
I get so fed up with this potentially lethal bullying. Clearly, the training provided by the bus companies to its drivers is inadequate.
