On Thursday I undertook a toughish 5 and a half mile run into the wind and up the hill towards the Bowfield Country Club with a couple of young whipper snapper pupils from school. The run went well (i.e. this old guy managed to keep ahead of the young dudes). Afterwards I jumped on the bike and headed home.
The commute home is a nice flat and generally car free route, apart from the first mile and a half and the last mle and a half. The start is a bit of a pain with a bundle of traffic lights on slopes and some poor road surfaces. Never mind. I got myself to the last set of lights and only had the last poor road surface to deal with and then I would have some lovely roads with big wind at my back. And then it happened. Bump. Struck by a car. Fortunately, there was no damage. I think the car’s mirror hit my elbow and I managed to stay on the bike, but caramba, what a shock you get. My wee mate Jim only started back at work this week after 3 months off with a broken hip when he too had a bump with a car. He still looks far from back to his best (hmmm, how did I manage to write that having told him how great he’s looking)?
Anyway, the lady in the car did pull over and looked quite shaken herself. I kept my best behaviour and informed her that I was OK, but please, please give me some room. A car’s width rather than a tyre’s (bike) width.
It’s tough being a cyclist. Give us just a little bit more room folks.