This is going to be a bit of a rant, following on from the building hand-wringing about getting all minced up on the roads. Apologies for offence caused, but, fuckit.
The sides of lorries are FUCKING DEATH ZONES. AVOID THEM.
That is all.
Really, that is all I have to offer with umpty years of riding in umpty styles and places: LORRIES WILL FUCKING KILL YOU DEAD IN THE MOST RIDICULOUSLY HORRIBLE WAY IMAGINABLE SO DON'T BE A FUCKING RETARD BY FEEDING YOURSELF INTO THEIR UNCARING MAW.
Does this need a "You wouldn't jump into a woodchipper? You wouldn't dangle your legs in lava?" public service advert? ARE PEOPLE REALLY SO FUCKING THICK?
Yes, I know they are, or in a hurry, and yes the road shouldn't be a mindless grinding machine lubricated with the blood of Our Tribe but by FUCK on a HOLY FUCKING FUCKDAY the stories I read are all - to my jaded eye - avoidable.
I'd bet a fat pot that these are the same people who wear a fluo vest and a helmet on backwards and then jump red lights having ticked the boxes and thinking they're safe but with THE ROAD SENSE OF A BLOODY BADGER.
STOP DYING LIKE IDIOTS! You're making me look bad.
"But how," I hear them ask, "How do we learn this, that you so-smug on your ivory seatpost claim to be Great Wisdom? Evil Government doesn't train us! Waily waily!"
You can just fuck off, you spineless whining pussies. I learned the way you bloody should: I acted like a dick and got scared by a near miss. The difference is I PAID FUCKING ATTENTION. Get out of your bubble of false safety, get that stupid plastic hat off SO YOU FEEL AS VULNERABLE AS YOU ARE and get a few scares. That'll teach you.
And if scares aren't your type, get the fucking bus or grow a pair. (Ovaries will do fine; it's the weirdly prepubescent indolence of the permanent manchild that irks me here: just take control of your own bastarding safety) There are some adult training courses and they are good, but this isn't rocket science.
Victim blaming? You fucking bet I am. I'm fed up biting my tongue.