On Friday me and a friend cycled out to Sussex to camp for a weekend. It was a great weekend apart from one incident.
Komoot planned a lovely route apart from when we turned out of a beautiful little lane onto the B-roads leading to and through Turners Hill. This bit was busy and drivers were impatient and aggressive and there were lots of silly close passes/overtaking on bends but nothing I'm not used to from cycling in London/Croydon. A couple of big lorries waited for a safe place then overtook on the other side of the road. Ah, I thought, at least there are some good professional drivers.
Then as we were cycling up towards Turners Hill, I heard a big engine accelerating to overtake me on a bend. I couldn't quite believe it when a massive, long Eddie Stobart lorry pulled up alongside me, partly over the central line.
Then traffic came the other way and he started to pull in towards me. I was now at the mid point of what seemed to be an endlessly long lorry and it was less than a metre away from me. I hollered and waved an arm madly; I could see his mirror so hoped he could see me, but I was ready to throw myself onto the pavement (luckily at that point there was one) and let the bike get crushed if he got any closer. It seemed forever that he was alongside with massive wheels spinning beside me.
It was the worst experience I have had in 20 years of cycling as an adult.
It can't have been much fun for the drivers coming the other way, either. My friend behind me was horrified (it had cleared her but she saw me sandwiched between the lorry and pavement) and asked to stop by the side of the road while we recovered. She then refused to cycle that road any further which I thought was fair enough and we walked to the top of the hill because there was a safe pavement.
I keep thinking about what I could have done differently.
Possibly I should have been riding wider, especially on the bend, but I was conscious that I was climbing very slowly with a camping load so that's easier said than done given the volume of traffic on the road. I certainly don't ride in the gutter but usually there's a balance to be struck.
Perhaps I should have stopped dead to reduce the amount of time he was alongside me, although I was already going extremely slowly.
(For further frustration, at the time I was testing out a new camera on my handlebars for the first time, which would have caught the incident, however because I'm learning how to use it, I didn't realise the camera automatically overwrote the sd card when it got full, and hence managed to overwrite the footage which is presumably lost forever)