Salut to the usual tinted window, low slung Audi-driving twat who arranged for the CBT (Croydon Brake Test) on the Lombard Circus of Death yesterday. Brakes work, thanks. Unlike his indicators or brain (the usual dart around the inside and cut across to take an exit). I should know better than to take that route, it's called the Circus of Death for a reason. He did pause to shout some random abuse because, oh just because.
After a couple of months of fairly innocuous commutes unenlivened with actual attempts to kill me, the last two have been awful examples of why no one really cycles in this country. Sigh.
In other news, fellow cyclists, please do a bit of PR for the team and stop fucking cycling through the green phase of a pedestrian crossing. Because you know, every single person who sees you doing that will think you're a cunt and then apply that label to all cyclists.