*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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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…
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.
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