Well, this morning was interesting. My commute takes me up a 50-limit single-carriageway. It’s wide and straight with good sightlines. This morning, I was riding along there at around 60 (I know, tsk), when about 500m up the road an oncoming white crew van with a yellow light is moving into the right-turn refuge. I look at him. He stops. I get closer. He continues to be stopped. I carry on. He turns. At this point I am less than 100m away from him.
I seem to remember people saying things like “swerve, don’t stop”, so I try and aim behind where I think he’ll be when I get there. Yet now, finally, he sees me and slams his brakes on. Now I am aiming straight at the passenger door. I have to swerve the other way. In the end, I miss him by what feels like inches. All the time I have been avoiding slamming on the brakes because I don’t want to lock up and go in a straight line, so I am still doing about 45 (I’d guess). The whole thing happened in about 2 seconds.
The weird thing is, I saw him ages (ok, maybe 10 seconds, I wasn’t counting) before the “incident”, and something in my head told me “Watch him. Keep watching him very carefully.” and I did.
Now I need to go have a little sick.
BTW, congrats on all the passes recently! It’s not all like this, a lot of it is great fun!