I have never been so scared in all my life. There's a lady I sometimes see in the mornings who rides one of those city bikes with the most elevated handle bars I've ever seen. This morning I could see her ahead of me as we crawled through slow moving traffic on the Col de Priory Road. Slowly I car hopped up level with her where she was now behind a large artic. The road is narrow and on the left is a 5 foot brick wall. No pavement, no gutter, just road/brick wall.
The truck ground to a halt, and I promise you, it was no more than18" from the wall.
No, she didn't, did she? Yes she bloody did!
Scoot, scoot, scoot and she disappeared up the side. I was horrified. I shouted "No!!!!!!!" as loudly as I could and the wondered what to do. I couldn't pull out and get cab high on the truck as the road was too narrow to get past the oncoming traffic.
Then the truck moved off again for a few feet and she reappeared. I swear it was rubbing the shoulder of her jacket.
Of course I then tried to proffer advice. All I got was a look that suggested that she'd be ignoring random old blokes trying make unwelcome advances, thankyouverymuch.
When she dies, and she will, it will of course be anyone's fault but the cyclist.