I've been told that wet lube is better?
A first for me tonight - being assaulted by another cyclist.
Well, I say cyclist - more like an aggressive block with anger and/or alcohol management problems who happened to be on a bike.
I'm cycling up the road, minding my own business in secondary position, approaching temporary roadworks lights at red, when he suddenly pulls out from the near side in the opposite direction to me, trying to cycle down the wrong side of the road head-on into me and yelling at me to get out of his way. I give him a few choice words of advice and about 15 yards past me, by now on the correct side of the road, he decides to make an issue out of it and cycles back to me at the lights. He throws his bike down on the ground in front of me and starts ranting at me, accusing me of being one of those "types with a camera" (I don't have one). I stand my ground and when the lights turn green, I cycle off, at which point he throws a half-full can of beer or cider at my head. He very nearly connected, but I ducked in time and it exploded on the opposite side of the road. I don't think he appreciated my sarcastic congratulations.
It was mildly gratifying to get a sympathetic thumbs-up and head shake from the occupants of the car that had been waiting behind me. I should probably have noted their numberplate in case I needed a witness. Overall I was surprisingly calm, but I was also careful to ensure he wasn't following me as I got near home. I hope he doesn't ever get near a car.
Check this numpty out from my ride home last night ('scuse the swearing, i got a bit of a fright):
A first for me tonight - being assaulted by another cyclist.
Well, I say cyclist - more like an aggressive block with anger and/or alcohol management problems who happened to be on a bike.
I'm cycling up the road, minding my own business in secondary position, approaching temporary roadworks lights at red, when he suddenly pulls out from the near side in the opposite direction to me, trying to cycle down the wrong side of the road head-on into me and yelling at me to get out of his way. I give him a few choice words of advice and about 15 yards past me, by now on the correct side of the road, he decides to make an issue out of it and cycles back to me at the lights. He throws his bike down on the ground in front of me and starts ranting at me, accusing me of being one of those "types with a camera" (I don't have one). I stand my ground and when the lights turn green, I cycle off, at which point he throws a half-full can of beer or cider at my head. He very nearly connected, but I ducked in time and it exploded on the opposite side of the road. I don't think he appreciated my sarcastic congratulations.
It was mildly gratifying to get a sympathetic thumbs-up and head shake from the occupants of the car that had been waiting behind me. I should probably have noted their numberplate in case I needed a witness. Overall I was surprisingly calm, but I was also careful to ensure he wasn't following me as I got near home. I hope he doesn't ever get near a car.
Bah.. extended the commute, got the Wahoo reading in KM and found that I had done 19.93 miles !
I'd have gone around the roundabout a couple of times if I'd realised. Must work on mental arithmetic converting KM to miles.
Bah.. extended the commute, got the Wahoo reading in KM and found that I had done 19.93 miles !
I'd have gone around the roundabout a couple of times if I'd realised. Must work on mental arithmetic converting KM to miles.
Or just change the machine so it shows miles.
I've just had a rather interesting cycling experience on my way home from work.
I'd just filtered into the right hand lane to make a right turn and, as I applied my rear brake, I proceeded to do a full 180 without falling off or veering into either traffic lane. It turns out I'd managed to apply the brake just as the rear wheel rolled over a piece of laminate flooring in the middle of the road. It acted like a ski.
I'll not be doing that again, these underpants were expensive.