Priory Lane is a perfectly straight stretch of concrete connecting Upper Richmond Road with Richmond Park.
To one side of the road, mounted on the pavement, runs a two-way bicycle lane. Turning left into Priory Lane from Richmond Road, if you want to get onto the bike path, you have to cut across both lanes of traffic and mount the curb.
And that’s what I did.
Indicate, check over my shoulder, pull across and join the green brick road.
Moments later, a white van pulls along side, winds his window down and turns to face me. My hands twitch nervously at the breaks as I prepare for a verbal beration.
I used to jump lights. I’d go on both the green light and the green man. I’d pop up the curb and cut through pedestrian areas, swing down one-way streets and weave through traffic like a needle through cross-stitch. I was never deliberately reckless or out to prove anything but I certainly wasn’t a model cyclist.
But then I went to New Zealand and learned to love cycling as a recreation rather than simply a mode of transport and, by the time I returned, my approach had spun one-eighty. It may have been because, in New Zealand, the introduction of a local town’s first traffic lights made front page news and thus I had less to contend with. Or maybe it followed an introduction to bicycle karma.
I’d not heard of it before a friend explained the concept a year or so back. It’s simple: When it comes to your behaviour on tarmac with two wheels, you reap what you sow.
Cut up a taxi and riposte the driver’s fist with your finger, and you can expect to get splashed by the next large puddle. Scare a granny’s denchers out by slamming on your breaks inches from her a feet as a pelican crossing flashes orange, and brace yourself to get cut up at the next corner.
I won’t argue for the science or the logic behind this. I’ll simply put it out there for you to decide. But, whatever the cause, I don’t skip a red light any more (if I’m in a hurry I’ll run and push). If I cycle on pavements it’s only on quiet ones and then I’ll do it very slowly. And I try to keep traffic dodging to a minimum (for my own sake as well as everyone elses).
My gut clenches with my fists. I hate aggressive encounters and a white-van-man addressing a cyclist is going to be nothing but.
” ‘ere mate”, he opens, “you’re using the cycle lane.”
I’m not sure where this is going.
“Not like this other t***”, he continues, gesturing to the lycra-clad enthusiast in front who’s ignored the bike path and is slowing down traffic.
“Good on ya!”, he shouts back at me as he presses pedal to metal and skirts around the road warrior in front.
Interesting post and interesting position you found yourself in!
Honestly, I don’t think a white van man should have any right to call the other cyclist a t*** purely because he’s opted not to use the cycle lane. Would he call a bus driver slowing him down a t*** as well? The road is for sharing, cycle paths shouldn’t be mandatory.
I hate the cycle path on Priory Lane, and rarely use it (in both directions). The surface isn’t great (particularly in the wet), its shared with pedestrians who aren’t always paying attention and when busy its a nightmare if you get stuck behind a slower cyclist as passing can be awkward. That and you can’t whip down it at 20mph!
I’m the kind of cyclist that gets highly irritated by red light jumpers, pavement cyclists and bad cycling in general; particularly with those who claim they do it to make themselves safer!
Moving from London to Derbyshire this summer has been a bit of a shock when it comes to road cycling. For a start drivers are much more courteous, or perhaps wary, when passing or meeting cyclists. Perhaps its down to meeting fewer cyclists on a day to day basis, patience or just good defensive driving rather than aggressively dashing across London. Saying that there is still the occasional incompetent driver, the kind that try to overtake you on a country lane whilst you’re descending at 40+ mph.
(and his Bianchi)
I really wanted to leave out the van driver insulting the other cyclist but thought it would be a bit dishonest.
Clearly the guy on the road wasn’t doing anything wrong.
The Priory Lane route is one of the few that I really enjoy. But then I don’t have a Bianchi (which sounds fast!).
Priory Lane’s on my route to work. My answer for any driver who thinks I should be on the cycle lane is ‘What? You think I should be doing 20mph on a pavement shared with pedestrians?’ I always find it’s safer to ride at speed on the road, especially when it’s legal – the speed limit on cycletracks is only 12mph, and I’m not keen to break the law on my bike. When put to drivers that way, it starts to make more sense…