After a while, cycling in London, you get a bit of a sixth sense about what some drivers will do next. For instance, the other day as I was crossing Lambeth Bridge on my way home, cycling up the tiny little bike lane they’ve put in there, to get to the head of the traffic queue. Right at the front was a coach and, while it wasn’t actually indicating left, something made me hang back a little and wait next to a relatively safe taxi instead (taxi drivers, love them or loathe them, can generally be relied on to at least see the cyclist. Whether they like what they see is another matter). Sure enough the coach turned left right across the spot on the road where I would have been and I cycled on, feeling a little smug at my foresight.
For about three seconds. Because, of course, what happened next was a car decided to turn left right across me from the inside lane of the roundabout forcing me to slam on my brakes and question out loud the morality of the drivers’s parents. And this evening, on the same spot, a motorbike came from my left, onto the roundabout, cut slowly in front of me and crossed all the way across to the right hand lane without indicating or even turning their head. The problem is, it’s not just a sixth sense you need out there in London traffic, it’s a seventh or eighth. Either that, or some bloody good brakes.