Greetings,
as somebody who commutes 100+ miles a week to work in London on my trusty slick tyred MTB, this may
appear an unusual header. However, I have to comment on the most bizarre SMIDSY moment I've ever
encountered which happened this morning.
Halfway into my commute to work I only just managed to avoid a fellow cyclist who shot off the
pavement to my left between two parked cars, almost "T-boning" me, as our American cousins would
say. Having swerved to my right to avoid an impact, and even more quickly to my left to avoid a car,
I was not best pleased.
I followed the other cyclist over a 580 metres (the joys of a Shimano Flightdeck) to the next red
light, noting that not once did they check over their shoulder when passing parked cars, skips,
etc., and also noting their complete lack of lights and reflectors at 7am on a winter morning, as
they rode their all black bike, dressed from head to toe in black, right up to the woolly hat.
At the lights I pulled along side them, and in the politest terms I could muster said, "do you want
to get run over? Have you ever thought of some lights? It would be a good idea on these roads." Can
you guess the reply of the young lady of about 20 to me? "Sorry mate, I didn't see you!"
I did a quick double take of my fluoro jacket, glowing Lumicycles, multiple Cateye LEDs, Ron Hill
Bikester Reflects, and all the Scotchlite on my kit, pannier, and frame, sighed deeply, and
headed off.
Sometimes I can almost, but only almost, sympathise with the cagers.
T.T.F.N.
SPENNY