Hot foot to the Red-foot, and cycle rage!
The ride back turned into an eventful one………….as I meandered along the single track back lanes you occasionally met traffic coming the other way, most were either courteous keeping over or pulling over, but then I bump into “Mr I’ve got a four wheel drive Range Rover”. As I headed along the road I was probably 18 inches from the verge – not wanting yet another puncture. His vehicle occupied 90% of the road and he headed straight towards me centred in the middle of the road – it was clear he had no intention of pulling to the side or over, especially as he drove straight past a pull-in. The result my arm clips his wing mirror, wing mirror smashes against his window, mirror shatters and my arm is stinging.
He reversed back, but my adrenalin was pumping anyway from the cycling so let’s just say that a few heated words were exchanged I think he got the jist of what I thought of him, and fortunately he saw no reason to get out of his vehicle, which probably would have landed me in some real trouble because I could feel myself shaking with anger! The rest of the journey was relatively uneventful save a Spotted Flycatcher perched on a wire fence.
206 NMYL and 56 miles round trip in just over 4.5 hrs