I've always liked bouncing around on a pushbike so a few months ago I made an informed desision to ride my bike a bit more and use it for work a few times a week. This I have to say has on the whole been a really rewarding thing. The only fly in the ointment seems to be the good and possibly Godly motorists of Bournemouth. They, it would apper are not as considerate as might be hoped. In fact, from time to time they seem to be total knob heads. Seldom blessed with the gift of either common sense, or sight.
I'm not what you would refer to as an undercover cyclist. Bright orange helmet (yep, thats right helmet) brighter green mighty glow bike jacket, enough reflective material to be seen from space, and still the bastards cut me up. I drive a car and ride a Bandit 600 as well so I understand how hard cyclists are to spot on the road. Not hard in any way.
So, after much deliberation I have come to the conclusion that a plan for survival must be hatched if I am to make through the winter commute. From the moment I clip my clip-less peddles in I need to move into combat mode. Combat, make it in one peace, all drivers are idiots mode. Only then might I make it. If you should seen me happily trundling to, or for that matter from work, I ask please, please, keep out my fucking way. I thank you.