rite of passage
First collision with an idiotic oblivious pedestrian this morning; fortunately was not going at speed and no damage done to me or the bike. I hope he has a few bruises, though.
It happened at the City Road Cycle Crossing, which is near the Angel Islington. It's like a pedestrian crossing except for bikes; there are three roads covered by it: City Road, Goswell Road and St. John Street, and there are always at least half a dozen bikes squeezing through trying to find space quickly, as the lights change fast.
The section between Goswell and St. John consists of a cobbled street and a pavement painted with a two-way cycle lane, both tapering through a space between two buildings to emerge onto St. John's Street. When you cross, some of you have to take the cycle lane on the pavement, and some the cobbles, depending on where everyone else is; you just use your best judgement.
And this was where it happened. I was picking my spot and had irretrievably committed to the cycle lane on the pavement, when I realised to my horror that the bloke crossing laterally in front of the convoy of bicycles didn't see me, and was wearing an IPod, totally oblivious to what was going on around him.
Maybe he goes through life expecting that people will always be able to stop for him, alas impossible for me today due to not having anywhere to go. Of course, when I crashed into him and complained loudly, his attitude was to look annoyed and to shake his head as if to say "fucking idiotic cyclists", which only riled me more. However, I had a commute to be getting on with, so he still has all his teeth, the lucky bastard.
I hope I broke a bit of him.
It happened at the City Road Cycle Crossing, which is near the Angel Islington. It's like a pedestrian crossing except for bikes; there are three roads covered by it: City Road, Goswell Road and St. John Street, and there are always at least half a dozen bikes squeezing through trying to find space quickly, as the lights change fast.
The section between Goswell and St. John consists of a cobbled street and a pavement painted with a two-way cycle lane, both tapering through a space between two buildings to emerge onto St. John's Street. When you cross, some of you have to take the cycle lane on the pavement, and some the cobbles, depending on where everyone else is; you just use your best judgement.
And this was where it happened. I was picking my spot and had irretrievably committed to the cycle lane on the pavement, when I realised to my horror that the bloke crossing laterally in front of the convoy of bicycles didn't see me, and was wearing an IPod, totally oblivious to what was going on around him.
Maybe he goes through life expecting that people will always be able to stop for him, alas impossible for me today due to not having anywhere to go. Of course, when I crashed into him and complained loudly, his attitude was to look annoyed and to shake his head as if to say "fucking idiotic cyclists", which only riled me more. However, I had a commute to be getting on with, so he still has all his teeth, the lucky bastard.
I hope I broke a bit of him.
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"No women, no kids"
but she then made me change it to
"No women with kids"
Take care and have fun!
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When I was a student, I nearly hit a man carrying his toddler son on his shoulders. It was at a traffic light controlled junction, and he just stepped off the pavement against the red man, without looking. When I rang the bell at him, he jumped back with a shocked look, as if to say, "Nothing can happen to me - I'm middle class!" Git.
I did hit a pedestrian once. On the cycle path. I tried to avoid him, but he leapt in front of me.
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I came off twice when cycling to and from the park and ride in Oxford.
The first time was when a pedestrian randomly stepped off the pavement in the pouring rain. She had a headscarf and an umbrella and didn't look at all. I missed her, came off and skidded all over the road. She didn't even stop to see if I was okay.
The second time it was pouring with rain and a white mini van jumped the lights at the station cutting right in front of me. I braked like mad but ended up on his bonnet and then the floor. He got out and complained about the huge dent I'd made in his van and shouted at me rather a lot. I just picked myself up and cycled away. He was caught in the traffic and I wasn't.
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Cycle lanes on pavements tend to be bad news, because few pedestrians take much notice of the dividing line, if there is one.
I keep being tempted by an air horn, one of those fucking loud 'press a button and compressed air goes through a horn' things. I'd also use it in the ears of near misses, partly to see how high they jump.