I've come to the conclusion that there's no good sounding like a smug bastard if I don't ride like that - all the time.
Bit of an off, today. Very last bit of my journey is on a shared "cyclepath" by the A40, going west on the south side. I've crested the hill, negotiated the eyes-in-the-back-of-the-head junction where cars come off the A40, and heading down to the point where I cross the A40 (here,
http://g.co/maps/hu26e, no roadworks). Lights are green so I think "get a wiggle on to make sure I'm there for the red sequence". I come up to the feeder road onto the A40 (very limited early visibility, normally very quiet, doubt I've ever seen more than one car use it - (
http://g.co/maps/7v25p this bit where the no entry signs are) still, look left just to check.
F-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-CK.
Arguably I would have been better just to try to hoof it through, I chose to try to brake. It was touch and go. I got as far as in front of the small van, which had also tried braking. The coming together was reasonably gentle, as these things go, and a couple of bruises and a small scrape is all the damage.
Driver was very shaken, too. No question it was my fault in my OWN eyes, but he was very apologetic. He made an interesting statement too: "I always look out for cyclists here.... just this morning I glanced down at my PDA, looked up and there you were."
I think he might be more careful in future, he sounded as if he cared.
Truth no. 1, this is another piece of shit cyclepath. Truth no. 2, you really don't ever know when they're going to get you. I could have and should have avoided that one. Ho hum.