Coming along the coast road in Sunderland tonight, which is a nice straight wide road. Trouble is it has those stupid islands which seem to serve no other purpose than scaring the crap out of cyclists.
So I hear someone behind me as I pass the island, look down and his wing is about six inches away. He clips the bars with his wing mirror, hard enough to knock the mirror off. I manage to stay on and am about to go tearing after him, when he pulls in, presumably wondering what that clunk was.
So I of course do the decent thing and lay into him for what seems like ten minutes, but is probably 15 seconds. He just shrugs and drives off.
I'd just fitted some extra front lights and this knob comes at me from behind.
Made damn sure he'll remember it though.
So I hear someone behind me as I pass the island, look down and his wing is about six inches away. He clips the bars with his wing mirror, hard enough to knock the mirror off. I manage to stay on and am about to go tearing after him, when he pulls in, presumably wondering what that clunk was.
So I of course do the decent thing and lay into him for what seems like ten minutes, but is probably 15 seconds. He just shrugs and drives off.
I'd just fitted some extra front lights and this knob comes at me from behind.
Made damn sure he'll remember it though.