Least they had lights, I almost hit a cyclist just before Christmas, no lights or reflectors, dressed in black on a black bike, on the wrong side of the road, and it was dark.
To say I ripped him a new one when I stopped was an understatement, he called me a typical motorist, so I pointed to the British Cycling sticker on my windscreen.
The guy scared the life out of me as I didn’t see him until the last second.
Yes I used to drop a friend home after a night in the wargames club. I then had to use a narrow country lane with a steep drop downhill section and no pavment.
One dark, wet night, on the hill, I dipped my lights for an on coming car as he crested a lump in the road. As I returned to main beam, I saw a shadow in the left margin of the road a couple of feet in front of my bonnet.
To this day I don't know how I missed him! It was a jogger, entirely in black, and the luckiest man alive! A little way down the bank, where it as safe, I stopped and when he reached me I told him what had happened and politely suggested he ran facing the traffic and wear something reflective.
His two word reply, informed me he was a moron.
That winter I saw him few times and as I passed him, still I black still on the left I'd wind down the passenger window and monosyllabically greet him.
Move on a year and one wet night there was a police car blocking the junction.😠 You can guess why. Some poor sod had killed a jogger on the hill.