I encountered a right muppet this evening on the way through Beckenham. Parked cars and traffic islands mean the road here is very narrow in places, so I always ride slap in the middle of the lane to discourage anyone who gets any funny ideas about overtaking - there just isn't room. But prat in a black Fiat behind me starts tooting anyway. Thing is, even if I'd been able to get out of his way to allow him past, there was a line of traffic queuing just a short way ahead...
I pass the traffic and fall in behind another rider who I've been following on and off since Dulwich. He's not pushing hard but he's big and very strong and going too fast for me to overtake, so I stay a little behind and to the side of him - not fully two abreast but just far enough out so I've got room for manoeuvre if he stops unexpectedly. Then we hit the small incline just before Shortlands and he slows suddenly. I'm on fixed, so my momentum starts to take me past him, except...
At that exact moment, Fiat idiot pulls alongside and starts shouting through the open passenger window at me, while also manoeuvring over towards the kerb, closing off my road space, even though there's actually room for him to pass safely at this point. I've got my headphones in, so it's just a garbled noise rather than words, and I studiously ignore him - not so much as a glance in his direction - but I'm forced to drop back to avoid being forced to clatter into the other chap. Once Fiat idiot is past us, he guns it off into the distance... well, at least as far as the next queue, all of a couple of hundred yards away.
I almost catch him again at Shortlands but thankfully the lights change before I reach him and he's off again. I'm happy to avoid another encounter. He sounds like a nasty piece of work. Let him burst a blood vessel if he wants, don't rise to it (or should that be "sink to his level"?), it's just not worth spoiling your ride over.
Good ride apart from that. I saw the familiar Wednesday crew on their way to wherever it is they do their training in their swish Rapha Condor kit. Herne Hill presumably. They were all on Cyclocross bikes or MTBs tonight. Quite envious I wasn't joining them, actually.
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