glasgowcyclist
Charming but somewhat feckless
- Location
- Scotland
No injuries to me and the only damage was the mudguard becoming misaligned. It'll take me about 30 minutes to have it centred again (bent stays and one retainer popped off).
Classic situation where I was lead stationary vehicle waiting to enter a roundabout. Driver behind me was so busy looking to his right for a gap for himself that he didn't take note that I was still in front of him. (Despite one steady light and one on strobe at his eye-level.)
I felt a nudge, then a push and when I looked round he was still edging forward. He was obviously about to floor it when a gap appeared so I was in real fear of being flattened by this point. Shouting at him made no difference so, still trying to remain upright while hopping on my left foot as the back of the bike was pushed out to my left, I unclipped my right foot and gave a hefty kick to his colour-coded bumper. My bike dropped to the ground. He stopped.
This all happened in the time it took you to read the first sentence of this post, just a few seconds. Nevertheless, my heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing, and the red mist came down...
After shouting at him in sheer disbelief at his actions, I went to the driver's window and spoke to him. He was around 70 years old and seemed quite shocked by it all. He assumed I'd moved off and didn't look forward again to confirm. I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack so I said I was okay and explained to him calmly but firmly how he needed to look where he was going otherwise he could have run right over me.
Looking at his drained and frightened expression I felt sorry for him. How come I end up feeling the bad guy?!
GC
Classic situation where I was lead stationary vehicle waiting to enter a roundabout. Driver behind me was so busy looking to his right for a gap for himself that he didn't take note that I was still in front of him. (Despite one steady light and one on strobe at his eye-level.)
I felt a nudge, then a push and when I looked round he was still edging forward. He was obviously about to floor it when a gap appeared so I was in real fear of being flattened by this point. Shouting at him made no difference so, still trying to remain upright while hopping on my left foot as the back of the bike was pushed out to my left, I unclipped my right foot and gave a hefty kick to his colour-coded bumper. My bike dropped to the ground. He stopped.
This all happened in the time it took you to read the first sentence of this post, just a few seconds. Nevertheless, my heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing, and the red mist came down...
After shouting at him in sheer disbelief at his actions, I went to the driver's window and spoke to him. He was around 70 years old and seemed quite shocked by it all. He assumed I'd moved off and didn't look forward again to confirm. I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack so I said I was okay and explained to him calmly but firmly how he needed to look where he was going otherwise he could have run right over me.
Looking at his drained and frightened expression I felt sorry for him. How come I end up feeling the bad guy?!
GC