So, the other day I rode down a track and popped out at a junction with a major road where there were road works. I waited for the traffic stream to end so I could turn right, then set off and found myself with a big black Merc driving straight at me. The driver was pretty hacked off and we exchanged words. On the way back, I realised that the patch of road was controlled by temporary traffic lights controlling not two but three traffic streams and I’d sailed off into the middle of the mayhem. Fault- probably mine for not working it out and being a bit too keen, and certainly the contractors for not putting any signage in a place where I could see it.
Today, waiting to turn right again at a different junction, a big white BMW drives up the main road, indicating left. For some reason I don’t launch myself across his path, which is just as well, because he goes straight on, waving apologetically, before parking up just after the road junction. Fault- probably more his than mine I think, but if I had set off and he had hit me, I suspect I’d have been at fault too.
Moral- sometimes stuff just happens, I guess
