When Are You Giving Up Cycling?
Last week I had one of those days on the bike - repeated attempts by drivers to find the most creative way to kill me, while making it look like an “accident”. The best of these was the learner driver, who bounced off the kerb several times right in front of me, before driving up onto the pavement to stop. If I’d been just a few seconds earlier. . .
When I got home, I took Huge Dalmatian for a short walk to try & settle my nerves. We were out for less than twenty minutes, during which time I saw three drivers chatting away on the phone, and two texting.
Later that evening, I made the mistake of telling Wife all this, and saying as an aside that I was thinking of giving up riding on the road - even with eyes in the back of my head, my sixth sense for driver stupidity, and being a jolly assertive rider when the need arises, I can only dodge the bullet for so long.
So now every night when I get home, she’s asking me when I’m going to give up riding. The thing is, I really don’t want to. But that might only be because there have been no serious attempts to kill me in the last few days.