I hope you all dont mind a good moan but I’ve just been out on the bike and been semi-knocked off by an atrocious driver (keeping it a family web site) the language at the time was a little stronger I must admit.

Anyway there I am pumping it out in the pouring rain and really feeling the strain as I was hitting the pain barrier, which tends to start when I’m 20 yards from my house and doesn’t finnish until I’m in a nice warm shower! All the same I was enjoying being out in the fresh air and minding my own business on the road from Gawsworth to Marton on one of cheshire’s cycle ways. Then out of knowhere came a red car with a driver that must have surely been possessed by the devil himself at breakneck speed he headed straight for me as I was digging in at the rise of a hill on a single track road, his car being no match for the bike I took to the grass verge and pulled over.

Next minute not content with nearly running me down he reversed angrily towards me, flung open his door and threw a leg out while delivering much abuse about the audacity of me being on the road. By this time I was stood in my day glow orange waterproof, water dripping from my helmet and not best pleased! Whether I had looked smaller coming up the hill I’m not sure but when he gained eye contact of me, a six foot, 220 lb angry orange cyclist he appeared to change his mind.

He threw his leg back in and sped of no doubt after another perhaps smaller cyclist to terrorise! I smiled to myself as I cleared my angry thoughts of wanting to rip his head clean from his body, I had already produced way to much bad Karma with thoughts alone. I reasoned with myself that not only was he a bad driver he was also a total bully… given the chance.

Feel a lot better for getting that of my chest! Back to the Solo Sprint Project.