[I wrote this post ages ago, but after re-reading it, discussing the incidents with my wife, and mulling it over, I've decided to re-write it slightly. At the time it felt right, but as I thought about it I realised that, sometimes I'm at fault, sometimes I'm unsafe, sometimes I'm an inconsiderate cyclist.
I wonder what you think?]
Crossings
There are some places that I ride where I know that one day someone’s going to try something daft and plenty of other places that I don’t often go with equal capacity for daftness.
The last few days have seen a couple of minor incidents made amusing by the responses of the people involved.
