I grumpy Mercedes driver drove into me as he pulled away from the traffic lights today. I was furious, so I chased after him and gave him a piece of my mind. I just could not believe that he drove into me, I mean all I did was stop at the lights close to him. He was on his horn at the general mess of bikers in front of him, and was so busy being angry at them perhaps he never saw me... or maybe he wanted to drive into me. Although I think I scared him a bit afterwards, poor posh old man.
Now I have a broken spoke on my back wheel and will have to ride the fixie into work. This may be good training for the Paris-Roubaix sportive that I am doing in two weeks. But, it is exhausting.
Anyways, this is the second time I have been driven into. The last time I was just crossing the road, and the car that had stopped for the people in front of me rolled into my knee. It hurt, but I was so shocked that the driver drove into me I did not know what to say...
After my run in with Mr Mercedes today I slowly cycled home. It is nice to take your foot off the gas on the way home and watch the manic cyclist burning their lungs to beat the fellow commuters. Tomorrow I will join them once more, a mini manic Giro every day!
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Bad luck on that - it's clearly a sign you've been spending too much time near a similarly unlucky cyclist ;)
Rode in today on the fixed, actually was not too bad. Took it slow, and looked around me while I travelled in. It put me in such a good mood that I offered hep to a fellow cyclist who had two punctures. Unlucky for him...
It's like a bad luck relay... in other puncture news, my 10-pack of Continental inners arrives today. Non-stop excitement.
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