I know I seem to post a bit more about road rage nowadays. I don’t want to be a version of road.cc so I try to minimise these sorts of things.
Honestly, I don’t want to be part of the problem, I want to be part of the solution to all using the road safely and fairly.
This week I got a rare lunchtime ride in around the deserted roads of the South Lincolnshire fens.
It was all going swimmingly until I started to head home down a single track lane and saw a very wide looking tractor coming towards me.
He was showing no signs of slowing down and was wider than the road so I remembered the advice of all of those internet smart arses back in the summer (when that farmer posted some anti cyclist related rant) and pulled to the side of the road.
He passed without even a nod or a wave of acknowledgement. There was no thought that I had put myself out and adjusted my day to make his passage easier. Nothing.
Thankfully the motorist behind him was a lot kinder and waved mouthing thank you.
I was a bit taken aback and then clipped back in and rode off back towards Spalding.
The next turn was into a block headwind and I was looking at my Garmin waiting for a clear bit of road to drop an interval in.
There was a lady running towards me and a car coming a way further back.
As I arrived at the runner, who was so engrossed in whatever audio book they were listening to I pulled out to safely pass. However the car coming towards me didn’t slow down and the driver waved his arms at me.
I was left with no choice but to shave the elbow hair of the runner by swooping back in close to them.
Driver and cyclist exchanged words and came to a halt.
The runner jogged on.
After the usual unpleasantries and my “go on mention road tax and we can get this over” along with his “its always big groups of cyclists causing trouble”, we actually had a constructive conversation on what happened and whilst we didn’t agree who had the right to overtake we did take time to understand why we were so upset with each other.
I threw in that I wouldn’t have shouted at him if the tractor hadn’t been so rude!
The one person unscathed in all of this was the runner who’d taken up a quarter of the road and left me exposed to oncoming traffic. It just happened to be a motorist who wouldn’t yield and saw no reason to do so.
This goes back to what I posted before. We are all using the road and all trying to get somewhere. The runner has some level of responsibility here to understand the surroundings.
The driver and I laughed at the chances of three road users converging on that bit of road in the middle of nowhere at the same time being remote. But all three of us could have managed the situation better. Certainly well enough not to end up arguing through the car window.
I might stick to the turbo next week.