Hurtling downhill this morning (from the Rayleigh Weir towards the A130 slip for those that know), a knackered-looking Ford Transit flatbed, with a rear cage full of scrap metal pulled out from a gravel side road and blocked the cycle path about a hundred yards in front of me. "Uh oh" I thought, as I reached to test the brakes on my 30 y/o Motobecane (it was such a lovely morning I thought I'd take ye olde bike and potter about a bit). The driver saw me and immediately reversed out of the way with a wave.
Then, 300 yards later,as I came to cross the off-slip road, I began to slow down, looked round and saw that the same Transit had joined the road, then straddled the white line and slowed both lanes of traffic on the slip road to create a gap for me to cross!
Massive cheery wave and a 'thanks!' from me, as I rode off feeling guilty about pre-judging based solely on the vehicle. It made my day
