Went out tonight in the car to give my son a lift. I came to a relatively small roundabout, where I had to turn right. Just before I got there a bike passed through from my left to my right. Guy in a bright orange jacket, lights on, quite upright, possibly a flat-barred hybrid. I started onto the roundabout and about 70 or 80 feet behind him came another bike and never even paused as he cut across in front of me. Dark clothes, dark bike, woolly hat, no lights. He was on the drops, apparently trying to race the first guy. The most visible bit about him was a builders bum.
I just don't get it. Here's me trying to think on more ways to be seen, and him not just apparently not caring, but also putting himself at risk by riding dangerously.
I just don't get it. Here's me trying to think on more ways to be seen, and him not just apparently not caring, but also putting himself at risk by riding dangerously.