This morning had all the markings for an accident, oil, slippery roads thanks to the early downpour and the sun bouncing off the wet, someone went down at the Kingston gate roundabout at Richmond Park. Heard the tell-tale sound and looked around to see cyclist on the floor, turned the bike but there was already someone there to help the poor sod.
On way back had some bugger draft me all the way up Priory Lane then overtook me in the park. No wonder he looked so smug passing, I did all the work
Numpty count:1 this guy close passed me on the Fulham Road and I raised my hand as in 'come on' rather than an eff you. I pulled up beside him and he accuse me of jumping the zebra, I hadn't, the ped had crossed, the driver was just slow moving off. He then said:'If you weren't wearing those bloody sunglasses you could see.' Hmm, with the sun low in sky, bouncing glare off the wet roads and me heading east, riiigght, not wearing sunglasses would help