I was going to write about how the nights are drawing in and my lights are on my bike now permanently, and how I go to work in the dark and return home in the dark and how its not such a bad thing. But I’m not, I’m going to rant about the dozy bastard that nearly knocked me off my bike twice in a two mile stretch. Following his friend in front at the last minute his friend decided to turn right and as this dick was following he also pulled to the right across my path. He was lucky, or I was that I was watching what was going on ahead - I could see the first car pull out and I knew the second would pull out. I just put this down to the usual crap you get in rush hour on the way home. But then a mile down the road I caught up with the same two cars. I was on the left in the yellow lines moving with the traffic. The two cars I met earlier on were on my right, the first one indicates and turns left, again right in front of me but the second was alongside me and just pulled left - no indicator, nothing, not that it would’ve helped since he was on my right shoulder I was forced up on to the path, he saw me at the last minute and tried to avoid me, narrowly missing a traffic island at the left turn. I wouldn’t mind but I was beaming like a fucking space ship!
sorry about the french, needed to get it off me chest hey ho.