Scenes from a cycling life, part 937b. I feature this here because it’s still making me scratch my head. Friday, 27th January 2012. Spring Cottage junction in Shelfield. I’m turning right, and the wagon coming the other way is turning left. Then, inexplicably, he just stops. Engine running, no clearance issues with the refuge and nothing apparently in front. Driver appears to be fiddling with paperwork, but I can’t see well.
I’m stuck, and very vulnerable when the lights change. I wouldn’t normally cycle like this, but I needed to get to a place of safety. My language was extraordinary. I’m actually sad I can’t run the audio version. I did look around extensively before and during the manoeuvre.
The HGV passed me a hundred yards further down the road. I still have no idea what it was all about. Answers on a postcard to…
