If you follow me on Facebook, you’ll know that I don’t rant very oftren, and when I do, I’m fairly gentle about it.
I shall continue in that vein this evening.
On my route to work, a large part of my journey goes along the the cycle track. The track is easily wide enough to take a standard gauge railway, because that is exactly what it was. Nicely tarmacked, with a part of it recently refreshed taking away a quite bumpy section its a good ride.
But use? Oooh, that’s something different, where do I start;
The Rules of the road; other cyclists, especially those old enough to drive, and a gross assumption that they do drive; the rule is apply the same principles as on the road. But do they? Well, in fairness most do, but there are some who are of the “I don’t care if protocol says I move across for you, I’m not going to!”, then there are those who don’t know which side they want to ride, so invariably choose the wrong one.
Children; Well, I suppose they are mostly still gaining their road sense, although with the lack of lights being prevalent during darkness, I do wonder when we will see the first generation who refuse to turn on their car lights. Cycling four abreast, and not hearing the bell when you are coming up behind them – I broke a bell last week, where I was dinging it so much.
Adult pedestrians, there are a number of different types; plain pedestrians, pedestrians with children, pedestrians with dogs; all are sources of frustration, and of course, you can’t say anything because the pedestrian is always right. So you are coming up behind a person with a dog, the dog moves in to the middle of the track and stands there. The owner says “Rover, Rover, come on, come Rover” . and of course Rover completely ignores them, and they give you that look that says there wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t been there – of course it’s the cyclists fault. Having said that, please don’t get me started on the arrogant cyclist.
Rant for the year over hopefully, back to the good stuff tomorrow.