AndyRM
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- Location
- North Shields
This morning I noticed something unusual on my ride in - another cyclist on what I arrogantly claim as 'My Route to Work', since I've never seen anyone else on it.
I was pulling up to the same junction where this occurred http://www.cyclechat.net/threads/cyclist-1-wing-mirror-0.138516/ and I noticed the rider in front of me had no intention of slowing for the red light. He sailed through with gay abandon and nearly got taken out by a nice looking Saab 900 Turbo. The lights changed and I passed him shortly after, offering my thoughts and advice on the dangers of not obeying traffic signals. The words 'bell-end' and 'tw*t' may have been used, along with a few choice profanities for emphasis.
He was rather a large chap and not the quickest, so I left him in my wake and continued on the final part of my commute. I started to wonder why he was heading this way and a small voice in my head pointed out that we could have the same final destination. I started to worry. This guy was a lot bigger than me. Fortunately I got distracted when I nearly binned it on a patch of unsighted gravel and dismissed the thought.
It wasn't until I was showering and I heard the changing room door open that the thought returned. It couldn't be. Could it? I finished washing and opened the cubicle door.
That bag.
That terrible hi-viz jacket.
He's here...
Dressing in haste, I hoped to avoid further conflict. I could have been considerably more courteous in my appraisal of his cycling and he may want to take issue with my comments.
I was just about to button my shirt when the shower stopped in his cubicle. He emerged, a dripping colossus, and our eyes met across the room, which was rapidly decreasing in size.
"Alright fella?" I asked. This was a mistake. My distinctive accent prompted a flicker of recognition. I was doomed.
"Are you the guy who..."
"Yes," I interrupted, "Um... Sorry for calling you a tw*t?"
"Nah, fair shout mate, I shouldn't have done it."
An awesome wave of relief crashed over me as I realised I was going to live to ride another day.
I was pulling up to the same junction where this occurred http://www.cyclechat.net/threads/cyclist-1-wing-mirror-0.138516/ and I noticed the rider in front of me had no intention of slowing for the red light. He sailed through with gay abandon and nearly got taken out by a nice looking Saab 900 Turbo. The lights changed and I passed him shortly after, offering my thoughts and advice on the dangers of not obeying traffic signals. The words 'bell-end' and 'tw*t' may have been used, along with a few choice profanities for emphasis.
He was rather a large chap and not the quickest, so I left him in my wake and continued on the final part of my commute. I started to wonder why he was heading this way and a small voice in my head pointed out that we could have the same final destination. I started to worry. This guy was a lot bigger than me. Fortunately I got distracted when I nearly binned it on a patch of unsighted gravel and dismissed the thought.
It wasn't until I was showering and I heard the changing room door open that the thought returned. It couldn't be. Could it? I finished washing and opened the cubicle door.
That bag.
That terrible hi-viz jacket.
He's here...
Dressing in haste, I hoped to avoid further conflict. I could have been considerably more courteous in my appraisal of his cycling and he may want to take issue with my comments.
I was just about to button my shirt when the shower stopped in his cubicle. He emerged, a dripping colossus, and our eyes met across the room, which was rapidly decreasing in size.
"Alright fella?" I asked. This was a mistake. My distinctive accent prompted a flicker of recognition. I was doomed.
"Are you the guy who..."
"Yes," I interrupted, "Um... Sorry for calling you a tw*t?"
"Nah, fair shout mate, I shouldn't have done it."
An awesome wave of relief crashed over me as I realised I was going to live to ride another day.
