As you are no doubt aware if you’ve read some of my precious entries I like to ride my bicycle. I like to ride my bike. I use it to get everywhere and commute to and from work most days on it – occasionally for a change I’ll take the train, though I resent paying for it. That reminds me, do you know the origin of copper wire? Two Scotsman fighting over a penny. I digress (thanks Billy Connolly), mostly it’s the best way to travel in the city but you do get rotten apples who spoil the barrel.
Yesterday, I was very tired when i started work so I didn’t have my usual confidence so unintentionally I allowed a few drivers to dangerously overtake me at high speeds. The only way to stop this on fast roads is to confidently occupy as much of the lane as possible. This often takes a nerves of steel most cyclists will testify – you are very conscious of the armoured protection of the drivers and your polystyrene helmet being your only defence. Still, once you get used to it you don’t bat an eyelid, it’s easy and keeps the drivers in check but as I was saying yesterday, I wasn’t feeling up to it as I wasn’t really awake as I’d just rolled out of bed and got dressed without a shower (I know! I was going to be late and I’d had a bath the previous evening!) or had breakfast tea or coffee and it was very dark and hostile so zoom zoom zoom, the cars kept overtaking with nary an inch separating us.
Today was different, I set my alarm early, had a shower, had breakfast and strong fresh coffee with the radio on and even had a barney with Kirsten – not welcome but it certainly woke me up – so when I set out I was ready for anything. About halfway there I’d not experienced anything but perfect manners on the road and was starting to chill out and enjoy the cycle when vrrrammn! A black cab shot past on the empty road I was on.
When this happens you get a sudden shot of adrenaline as the car is so loud and quick – this never happens on the pavement. Also there’s a gust of wind which hits you starboard meaning you cling on for dear life. After the shock, it’s quickly replaced by anger and you eye your aggressor careening off into the darkness, red lights ablaze. Maybe because of the coffee or maybe it was having already tussled with Kirsten – if you can stand up to her dragon slaying is not out of the question – I decided to give him a piece of my mind so I kept a steady pace until we reached the next set of traffic lights where i rapped on his window. He tried to ignore me at first but I persisted and he wound down the window, I said calmly “you drove fart too close to me there, that’s my life you’re playing with pal in future be a little more considerate”, hoping he’d apologise and be done with it. Sadly this wasn’t to be and a tête-à-tête ensued concerning how much of the lane I was allowed and blah blah blah.
I felt kind of sorry for him as he was quite a bit older than me and even though he was driving, ironically, like a boy-racer I thought I was in danger of seeming like a bully so as soon as soon as the light went green I parted with, “you’ll find the highway code online pal!” and I zipped off. Honestly it’s all very embarrassing on reflection but when you’re in the thick of it and your hackles are raised it’s easy to get angry.
I found a good guide for cyclists and drivers here. I use lights, wear luminous clothing in foggy or bad conditions, obey traffic lights (since I was booked for going through a red light and charged £30 I decided to simplify my life and stick to green lights only), ride decisively on the road using hand signals for every turn and watch behind me when it’s safe and I always let cars past when it’s safe to do so.
Brothers and sisters can’t we all just, like, get along man?