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I was cycling to the local supermarket yesterday. I like to think i'm a good cyclist. I stay in the gutter as much as possible and always signal my turns, even if I don't think there's anyone around. Basically I treat road cycling the same way as I do driving. MIrror (glance round me on the bike) signal then maneuver.
I was cycling down a broad but relatively unused street and heard an engine behind me. Knowing that I needed to turn in a few hundred yards I stuck out my arm to signal turn across the road and into the car park. I glanced around to make sure I was safe and saw a Moped slowing down behind me.
I began to take my turn and nearly ended up under the wheels of the moped who had decided instead to gun the engine and zip around me on the side I was turning into. I had already pulled partway across so he could easily have gone the other way around me.
Quick application of the brakes prevented him and me getting into a nasty (and potentially very serious for me) crash. He just carried on blithely.
I'm not proud of it, but i yelled "Assh**e" after him. He gave me the finger and sped away.
Ugh.
I was cycling down a broad but relatively unused street and heard an engine behind me. Knowing that I needed to turn in a few hundred yards I stuck out my arm to signal turn across the road and into the car park. I glanced around to make sure I was safe and saw a Moped slowing down behind me.
I began to take my turn and nearly ended up under the wheels of the moped who had decided instead to gun the engine and zip around me on the side I was turning into. I had already pulled partway across so he could easily have gone the other way around me.
Quick application of the brakes prevented him and me getting into a nasty (and potentially very serious for me) crash. He just carried on blithely.
I'm not proud of it, but i yelled "Assh**e" after him. He gave me the finger and sped away.
Ugh.
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