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stowie said:Does anyone else find that cycling on the road on a Sunday to be far worse than any other day?
I was cycling this morning around the A10 and Tottenham Hale Gyratory, which for those that don't know it, is "challenging" enough at the best of times - three lanes of fast moving traffic with lanes branching off to other roads. I was in the inside lane, there happened to be two other cyclists in front of me, when a car doing over 30mph came so close that it must have been only an inch from my handlebars. This, when the traffic wasn't heavy, and every other car was moving into the next lane to overtake.
It is the closest have been to being knocked off at speed on my bicycle. Inevitably, I caught up with the car driver at the next lights - an elderly man, who felt his driving was exemplary and I had plenty of space. I was concerned by the way he was squinting at me that he might no be able to see as far as his bonnet, and he seemed to have such difficulty operating the electric windows, that one wondered if a tonne of moving machinery was really in safe hands with him.
Every time I go out on a Sunday, I am on the receiving end of some really appalling driving. Even in the rush hour in the dark, car drivers seem to be more considerate in the week. What is wrong with people? Before today, I hadn't felt that I had ever been close to serious injury, or worse, on a bicycle but after this incident, I am feeling pretty militant about the quality of driving of some people, the crap cycle lanes that go nowhere and the complete lack of secure bicycle parking on major roads. Where do I sign up for the revolution?!
Coffin dodger. Did you get his reg so you can report him to 1) plod and 2)DVLA?
Last year coming out the Post Office this coffin dodger drove his ancient Vauxhall Chevette onto the pavement and concourse right in front of the doors forcing people to run for it. This is not an area where cars can be parked even if drivers or occupants are disabled. The acrid smell of clutch hung in the air. To open his driver's door wide, he used a crutch then, assembled a zimmer frame adjacent to the his driver's seat. He then slowly manouevred himself out the seat and onto the frame, slamming the ill fitting door behind him and slowly shuffled into the Post Office. I looked inside his car expecting to see it specially adapted, but no modifications at all, only standard controls with 3 foot pedals and a gear stick. Frightening.