This getting silly. Another bad morning today.
There I was, minding my own business, carefully crossing the pavement cycle gap, with the lights (cute little green bicycles - you can see them on Streetmap) in my favour, no traffic or pedestrians in sight, from
Hazelbourne Road into Cavendish Road in London SW.
Along comes Mr Numpty, on his full-suss mountainbike with knobblies (just what you need for the trackless wastes of Balham) north along the pavement on Cavendish Road, against the lights and at stupid speed. Sees me, jams on his front brake, does an Imperial Crowner and then attacks me, pushing me over while I was sitting stationary on my bike simply because I stopped his BSO falling onto me by pushing it away.
Three or four other cyclists (one of whom claimed to be ex-Bill - he seemed a sensible type) stop and have a go at Mr Numpty and he scuttles off.
"He'll be under an HGV soon," says the ex-Bill bloke.
Little damage, just a bit of a pain in the arse which has now just about subsided and a broken lever on my shoes, which can be replaced at Pearson's in Sutton (founded 1860) according to Specialized.
I was moving awkwardlyand feeling shaken until after lunch.
There seems to be a trend for some cyclists (usually unstylish ones with cr@p bikes) to behave like the worst sort of motorists (see Tim Hall's post and mine yesterday).
I'm getting the train to work tomorrow (mainly because an unexpected flush of work means I can take Mrs Honest out to eat in the evening).
