We commuters don't get to pick our weather, our route, or our wannas - we ride our routes to timetable. And sometimes, it doesn't go as planned.
So what are war stories you've suffered while on the trail?
Here's one - just today I was going down a short hill to a T intersection in a quiet neighborhood - facing the T, with a stop sign. Not really thinking about things and am a couple of feet out from the curb (yeah, uncharismatic for me). Suddenly this purple jeep gussets past down my left side, cutting in sharply to pinch me off at the sign. I skidded up almost into his wheel well. Then he takes a good look both ways and cuts right. No signal. Even though he knows he just passed a bike, no signal.
And on his wheel cover? "Life is good".
Better with turn signals. And longer, at least for the cyclists.
So what are war stories you've suffered while on the trail?
Here's one - just today I was going down a short hill to a T intersection in a quiet neighborhood - facing the T, with a stop sign. Not really thinking about things and am a couple of feet out from the curb (yeah, uncharismatic for me). Suddenly this purple jeep gussets past down my left side, cutting in sharply to pinch me off at the sign. I skidded up almost into his wheel well. Then he takes a good look both ways and cuts right. No signal. Even though he knows he just passed a bike, no signal.
And on his wheel cover? "Life is good".
Better with turn signals. And longer, at least for the cyclists.