Was riding down to Croydon on the A236 heading south - always chokka on a Friday. Long straight road - common either side.Single lane each way except at halfway where it widens slightly at traffic lights junction.
Down the middle is a hatched band that runs the full length of the road, quite narrow but wide enough for one bike.
This idiot on an Yam(?) was right up may arse all the way down . Now I have very little faith in car drivers, and while I’ll do a fair pace filtering, by no means hack it down. Too many cagers thinking they’ll pull out without indicating. And if matey boy can’t pass - tough shit, I’m not gonna set my speed to anyone else.
So we get to the lights - cross over and cabbage-brain sees 6 inches of clear space on my right and decides his time has come.
As it turns out his time had come.
As he went for it - Miss Range Rover ( or something similar ) oncoming pulls over to get in position to turn at the lights - as she should. By this time he’s almost alongside me - she pulls back as best she could, he slams into her side and bins it. As he goes down either he or his bike hits me - serious wobble but I stay up-right (whew)
Fucking miracle he didn’t hit her front square-on.
I pull over, help him ( unhurt ) to his feet, told him to stop riding like a prat - which I don’t think he was expecting
We get his now mangled bike off the road. Miss Range Rover - who had a BIG long dent scrape ( barend? ) down her door, couldn’t have been more collected and reasonable - I know I wouldn’t have been as calm.
NOW THE IMPORTANT BIT.
No damage to my bike - another fracas survived intact