Cycling in London part 3, or, Why London Cab Drivers Want All Cyclists, Even The Nice, Careful Ones, DEAD

*Gets knocked off bike by taxi in traffic lights queue*

Cabbie: What do you think you’re fucking doing?

Me: OW. OW. OW. My leg.

Cabbie: Don’t you fucking look?

Me: Well, yes. But there’s a stationary bus three feet in front of you. There’s literally nowhere for you to go. *points at bus*

Cabbie: [unable to deny this fact]

Me: Did you just try to run me over?

Cabbie: Fuck off.

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About Christina Kenny

Christina Kenny is a music journalist based in London.
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3 Responses to Cycling in London part 3, or, Why London Cab Drivers Want All Cyclists, Even The Nice, Careful Ones, DEAD

  1. Ah, the poesy of the London cabbie’s vernacular.
    Are you OK though? None have dared run into me like that, but I have a dreadful feeling it is only a matter of time…

  2. Christina says:

    I’m fine, thanks, apart from an impressive bruise on my shin in the shape of a black cab bumper.

    Part of me is weirdly relieved to have been knocked off my bike in nearly stationary traffic. I’ve been cycling in London for five years without a single ‘contact’ incident (though there have been too many incidences of verbal abuse to count) and I feel like I’ve got it out of the way now. Let’s hope the next one doesn’t happen at 15mph.

  3. Pingback: Last night a cabbie showed that he hates cyclists so much he was willing to run one over. When I say ‘one’, I mean ‘me’ http://t.co/7P3TZDn1 » » London CabbieLondon Cabbie

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