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Had my first dose of squeaky bum time last week, approaching a medium sized roundabout about 8:30 in the evening, front light, flashing rear light,flourescent clothes and shiny bits on the bike,should also add the junction is well lit.
So as my intention was to turn right i checked behind me, nowt, nothing on my left in fact the only car was coming towards the roundabout was from straight ahead but about 40 mtrs away so i entered and started turning right.
I could now see said car was a taxi and remember thinking he was leaving it a bit late to brake before with pounding heart realising he wasn’t stopping at all, i didn’t even see his face just the car looming larger as i let out a gargled scream and did the most beautiful instinctive braking manouver which turned me parallel with his front door, he then looked shocked into my face as im ashamed to say all my anger and ire came flooding out in a stream of obscenities and a wobbly attempt to unclip and kick his door,unfortunately he declined to stop and have a chat which probably means ive done nowt to help relations between ‘us and them’ but i figure he was either on the phone,knackered or just didnt give a shit.
Positives ?well i got a great time on the remainder of my ride and i survived but twas a kin close call and made me realise that even doing everything right on the bike is not enough, we have to account for motorists failings as well.
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