I got knocked off the bike on the way home this evening.
Broad daylight.
Driver decided that driving through me was the easiest way to negotiate a roundabout.
I had been in primary position in order to discourage any creative undertaking / overtaking.
I lay there unable to get up because the bike was on top of my left leg, and the car was on top of my rear wheel.
I was in a state of compression á velo.
Bollox, I thought. That’s going to be a new wheel. And aggro. It’s never going to be easy to convince those who don’t know, that a bicycle wheel can cost north of £350.00
- Hand built, Large flange Goldtec track hub on Velocity V deep rim.
The driver got out of the car and came around - Sowwy I didn’t see you.
I was right in front of you as I have been for the last three or four minutes, while we’ve been queuing for the roundabout. No?
I’m sowwy.
Can you get your car off my bike, so that I can get up, please.
They did, and I did.
I spun the rear wheel expecting it to stop, but no. It just carried on turning.
I guess those ozzie rims I have, are much tougher than I expected.
Is your bike alright ?- they asked
Yeah
I’m sowwy, I didn’t see you.
It seemed pointless to pursue this any further - Of course they didn’t see me - I was in front of them and they was looking to their right whilst driving forward..
I left them, sitting in traffic.
Twat.
The remainder of my journey home was relatively uneventful, albeit slightly fuelled by the product of my adrenal gland.
Oh. And I was rear-ended by another cyclist, as I stood waiting for the south lift in the Greenwich foot tunnel.
Twat 2.
I’m expecting some left hip / buttock bruisage tomorrow - thanks to twat1.