Riding to work this morning, stopped at red traffic lights on Hanover
Street, at the pedestrian crossing. Taxi pulls up behind me. Then taxi
drives off and goes through the red light. I wait another ten seconds until
light goes green, and catch the taxi up as it's stopped at the newsagent's
100 yards down the road. I say to the driver, "do you know you've just gone
through a red light?" Of course he was totally so-what about it. "I'm not
[censored] waiting there all day" (waiting time required: 10 seconds, all day:
86,400 seconds) and started making towards me. So I got his registration
number, scarpered with a cheery "bye bye" and emailed the council. Still
waiting for response.
Coming home tonight, big oil tanker thingy overtakes me. More accurately,
drives past as if I wasn't there. About two feet between tanker and kerb.
Tanker very fast. Two sunken grids at kerb. If I swerve out to avoid grids
I go under tanker's wheels. If I bounce across the grids I might swerve
sideways. Bouncing across had less risk. Eek.
A mile from home, it starts raining. Only thirty seconds of rain but just
enough to soak me to the bone, and I'm wearing shorts & T-shirt and road
too busy to stop and put jacket on.
Damnit.