Racing roadkill
Guru
I’m on one of my regular jaunts by bike into London today. I was delighted by a perceived sea change in attitudes from some of the drivers of ‘troublesome’ vehicle types today. Over the years I’ve seen some absolute horror stories unfolding before me, especially in certain bits of town. Today I found myself in a potential spot of bother ( this was my fault, I massively misjudged a changing light, and it could have been a bad one) but the cabbie to the right of the truck hit his horn and flapped his arms a about to warn the driver of the truck that I was in a potential complete blind spot, and to keep his eyes peeled. I did manage to bunny hop the kerb to my left and get into the trucks mirror sweet spot, and the driver did look and did spot me, but I can see how these things happen. Completely my bad, just a momentary lack of concentration on my part, but a brown trouser moment is a brown trouser moment.