In all seriousness now.
There is next to sod all you can do. Narrow lanes in dense traffic is always a nervous time for a person perched on a flimsey tube frame with flimsey wheels at front and rear.
In the eighties, my route home was round Salford Circus ( the island underneath Spaghetti Junction ). Entering the island was the most dodgy part of the whole trip. Then one afternoon there was a big hold up with a couple of police cars and an ambulance at the island.
I approached and when a policeman strode over to say something, I was even more nervous than usual.
The policeman said "Cyclist hit from behind. Silly bugger was right in the middle of the lane".
I decided to take a different route from then on.
There is next to sod all you can do. Narrow lanes in dense traffic is always a nervous time for a person perched on a flimsey tube frame with flimsey wheels at front and rear.
In the eighties, my route home was round Salford Circus ( the island underneath Spaghetti Junction ). Entering the island was the most dodgy part of the whole trip. Then one afternoon there was a big hold up with a couple of police cars and an ambulance at the island.
I approached and when a policeman strode over to say something, I was even more nervous than usual.
The policeman said "Cyclist hit from behind. Silly bugger was right in the middle of the lane".
I decided to take a different route from then on.