Riding round Regents Park today, passing through light on green along the southern section, a Smart car coming from the opposite direction turns right across me and I hit the side of the car (he was almost invisible as he cut across traffic queing in my direction) and I sprawl across the windscreen. I shout effing and blinding, he gets out and guess what he says…………….
‘You’re not getting a penny from me!’
Unbelievable, you couldn’t make it up. The smart car was liveried with ‘My Old Dutch’ pancake house. Young looking guy refuses to give me insurance details, tells me he owns My Old Dutch and that I should grow up! Big crowd, even a little old lady wades into him. He still refuses to give me details. I’ve got his reg number and will report to police in the morning, too shaken up today.
Looks like My Old Dutch also likes to make pancakes out of cyclists.