Bit of a odd day today. There was a big golden thing in the sky early on, so I had to go and potter around the garden clad only in sweet white ankle length cotton nightie at 6am smelling the marvellously scented yellow azalea and doing some weeding like a properly mad woman. Not the front garden….come on now…not quite that mad yet.
Then I needed an early walk. Let’s face it, the best walks are when the sky is blue, the sun is rising and the world is all fresh at the beginning of a new day – and there wasn’t another soul around down by the river, just me, a couple of squabbling jays in a tree and a lone fox loping along on the opposite bank.
Although a dire April is continuing into a largely cold, rainy and cloudy May, it’s doing wonders for the flora. Everything is so intensely green and the entire gamut of spring flowers seem to be out at once – bluebells still fresh and tall, forget-me-nots, ox-eye daisies, stitchwort, poppies and even borage.
So there was supposed to be time for a v decent ride to inspect what was left of the floods around Tewkesbury but I ruined my own plan by slamming the corner of a cupboard door into my temple. Happily only minor brain damage and some blood to mop up butthe incident delayed me by an hour or so before I could get my pristine Trek dirty again (damn that cycle trail…) after giving it a thorough clean only yesterday.
The sun was still out for my Two Rivers ride and it was incredibly pleasant and sociable if you count waves and “Hi”s to other riders – most of whom were roadies on v nice bikes. Spotted nine other cyclists – a record for a Sunday so far this year and included three women!! Yay!
Two cars swept by me way too close but no repetition of the weird motorist behaviour when I was riding home from work yesterday…
So on a bike, you’re supposed to look behind you, check the cars behind, signal your intent to turn right by sticking out your right arm and move to the right lane in order to wait at a light or make the turn, right?
So that’s what I did. The first time, I glanced around, let the nearest car come past me, then signalled intent and started to move, when a car just squeezed around me so close that I thought it was going to brush my extended hand. And then what happened to this guy who was in sooo much of a rush? He pulled in to the left hand lane at a RED LIGHT. My right turn light was green so I gave him a hard stare as I pedalled on past and swept around the corner.
The second time, coming up to a big fast dual carriageway roundabout off an A road, I needed to go right. Glanced back, nothing close, indicated right, then a woman driver who I swear must have accelerated came past me on my right as I was moving over, to get into the middle lane. Honestly. What was it about me that presented such a challenge?
First time this kind of thing has happened – and to happen twice in one day was weird. It’s as though my extended right arm was some kind of subliminal invitation: “Come on. See if you can get past me without knocking me off if you think you’re hard enough.”
Were they irritated with me asserting myself and claiming my rightful position on the road? Did they resent giving way to a vehicle (me and my bike) which was ahead of them and therefore had Right of Way to turn right?
What would they prefer I do, I wonder? Wait for some driver, out of the kindness of his/her heart, to give way for me? And what if no-one did? Am I supposed to glide to a halt, get off and walk my bike across to the right-hand lane?
Stuff that for a laugh. I’m thinking of investing in a headcam…