As I left my driveway this morning, a young roadie cycled past (matching lycra, colour co-ordinated with his road bike, yellow tinted goggles, etc.). I smiled and gave him the cyclists' nod, but rather than reciprocate the greeting, he seemed to take it as a challenge and immediately stood up on his pedals and accelerated away. Under normal circumstances I should have been no match for him - I'm approaching forty and commute on a touring bike - but at the moment my gear shifter is broken, so I have the additional handicap of being stuck on the middle ring (with the aid of a block of wood wedged into the front mech!).
After about a quarter of a mile he eased off and over the next mile I actually caught him up. Apart from checking that I wasn't catching him after his initial spurt, he didn't look over his shoulder once in the entire journey. He probably didn't realise I was right behind him.
1. At a busy roundabout, he approached in the wrong lane and then track-stood (is that the right terminology?) for a suitable gap in the traffic. I on the other hand slowed down to match the traffic flow, filtered into the correct lane and smoothly flowed round the roundabout with everyone else (by which time I'd caught up with him again).
2. Following behind a bus approaching a stop, he stayed glued to the rear bumper. When the bus stopped, he had no road space to pull out and overtake, so he mounted the pavement and cycled along it to the next dropped kerb. Bearing in mind the bus had just stopped, this meant riding amongst the waiting passengers. Needless to say, I dropped back as we came up to the bus stop, moved out to overtake it and caught up with the roadie again around the other side.
3. Overtaking another cyclist, he barely flinched from his 'racing line', passing rudely close. Again he didn't even look behind him, despite there being a constant flow of cars going past. I suppose he'd argue that as he wasn't pulling out it didn't matter. I would like to think that I gave the other cyclist plenty of room and I deliberately said a cheery 'good morning' as I went past.
4. At a set of red traffic lights (definitely already on red as we approached), he again mounted the pavement and carried on riding. This then meant that he was on the wrong (ie, pavement) side of the pedestrian barriers and had to cycle 50m or more down a side street to get back onto the road. He then had to do a U-turn into the traffic and come back up to the original junction and turn left. Guess what? By this time the traffic lights had changed to green, I was moving again and I caught up with him.
I'm not saying that my riding technique is perfect, but I have got many years' experience of commuting and would like to think that this proves that you don't have to be in a such a hurry to still be able to travel quickly by bike. Not only was it a case of more haste, less speed, but by riding in this manner he upset motorists, pedestrians and even other cyclists, giving more fuel to the 'cyclists don't deserve to be on the road' brigade.