Categories: ramblings, silly-things
Date: 25 January 2010 21:49:52
Dear cyclists
You're all bloody mad.
Love meeeeee.
I was trundling my merry way to Liverpool Street, as is my wont, because passengers on the Tube also fit in the "bloody mad" category. I stopped at a pedestrian crossing, because the little red man was red and the little green man was not green, and I was brought up proper and so know the Green Cross Code.*
The traffic lights changed to red.
First cyclist whizzed through them.
The green man turned green.
Second cyclist whizzed through aforesaid red traffic lights.
I stepped out into the road. Please bear in mind that the green man had been green, and thus I had right of way, for a not inconsiderable period of time (as such things go - certainly more than a quarter of its designated time) by this point.
Third cyclist appeared out of nowhere and in order to avoid hitting me he had to slam the brakes on so hard he fell off his bike.
I did at least have the grace to turn and enquire "are you all right mate?" and wait to receive an affirmative answer before walking off down the street giggling really quite hard (but quietly).
I am a bad person. I hope landing on his bum in the street after running a red light (a) hurt and (b) taught him a lesson.
*Incidentally, before anyone starts, pedestrians who ignore the Green Cross Code are also squarely in the "mad" category and deserve to be run over by irate cyclists.