One Reason Why I hate Cars
18 January 2012 1:34 PM
On Sunday morning a woman rushed out of a side road in a quiet Oxford suburb, violently knocked me off my bicycle and mangled the machine I was riding.
Quite understandable, some of you may think. It’s the only sort of treatment I would understand. But in fact the person involved had nothing against me, didn’t know me, and was quick to apologise for the hurt (even quicker and more comprehensive, once she had been given quite a large piece of my mind). She also paid for the damage to be repaired.
But, as some of you will have guessed, there was another element in all this – an element which makes an apparently shocking and inexplicable event make perfect sense.
My assailant was driving a car.
Now, like most experienced cyclists, I treat all cars, vans, lorries and all drivers with hostile suspicion. It is the only safe thing to do. You must assume that they are either asleep, sending texts, yammering illegally on their phones, drunk, drugged or homicidal. Many of them are not any of these things, but enough of them are to make this the only sensible attitude to take. I might add that I am even more terrified of other cyclists, who as well being as daft and unpredictable as drivers, are consumed with self-righteousness and so able to do things that no White Van Man would contemplate, such as speeding straight through red lights.