I'm really in two minds about whether to post this blog. On the one hand, I had a couple of kind of interesting / amusing incidents on my bike today. On the other hand, it kind of vaguely relates to you-know-what, and, well, I have a resolution to never raise them as an issue. (When others do it, well, they have to accept the consequences...).
Oh well, here we go.
On the way to work, I was stopped on Pyrmont Bridge by a couple of bicycle cops. They queries me about my lack of a you-know-what, so I gave them my reasons as to why i didn't wear one. They seemed quite interested, and at one point one of them said 'so why did politicians introduce these laws then?', and we all together had a bit of a laugh about that - evidence based policy indeed! Anyway, after we'd dealt with that topic, I chatted to them for a while about their duties, how far they rode each day and so on. They were very nice, and as they left asked me to walk my bike for a bit, which I complied with before continuing on to work.
On the way home, I almost got crushed by a car. It was at a three-lane junction; a left 'turn left only' lane, and two ahead lanes. I was riding in the middle lane to go straight on, and the other straight on lane came to a halt as the person at the head of the line was turning right.
I was riding along in the centre of my lane when evidently the car I was alongside decided they didn't want to wait in the queue, and swung into my lane. Just where I was. There was a long bendy bus in the turning left lane, and I screamed out as I hit the brakes to avoid being squashed between the side of her car as the bus. Evidently she didn't look properly before she pulled out.
I subsequently overtook her, and as I rode past called out 'look more carefully!'. (I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. I'm of the opinion that it's not really a good idea to call out to motorists, but at the same time it's hard not to when the adrenaline gets going. Anyway, that's what I did.)
The passenger in the car tapped her head, and mouthed 'helmet!' at me. I shrugged my shoulders; yes I'm sure having a helmet would have been a great consolation as my hips were crushed between her car and the bus. And then she 'yelped' her siren and lights - it was an unmarked police car.
For a moment I wondered what was going to happen next; I had time to prepare the line 'Are you going to give me a ticket before or after you apologise for nearly killing me with your careless driving?', but it proved unnecessary. She didn't want to talk to me.
Still, two rather different experiences with the boys in blue. But just think how much better it would be if they all rode bikes, rather than driving cars!