Slick
Guru
I was driving myself and Mrs Slick to my BIL birthday bash in Pitlochry last night, when it became obvious I had picked up a puncture just north of Stirling on the M9. I did what I thought was prudent, and slowed down without braking, pulling into the hard shoulder but making sure I was well clear of a long slow left hand bend coming to a stop right in the middle of a good straight making sure I was visible putting on my hazards and leaving my side lights on as it was getting dark. I was disgusted with the sheer amount of cars that held their line and just couldn't bring themselves to adjust their course to give me some space to allow me to change the wheel on the offside. I was even more surprised and disappointed to notice this behaviour extended to the heavies and coaches when I could finally take it no more, and let one coach driver know exactly what I thought about him/her as he lined up his bus to pass within inches of me despite their being no other traffic in the other lane.
As a cyclist, I probably shouldn't have been so surprised by this type of behaviour, as I've seen it and experienced it lots of times on the bike, but I never though for a moment the same entitled behaviour was repeated on our motorways.
As a cyclist, I probably shouldn't have been so surprised by this type of behaviour, as I've seen it and experienced it lots of times on the bike, but I never though for a moment the same entitled behaviour was repeated on our motorways.