There’s something I want to write about the night-time journey over the Cotswolds, and I will, but right now my equilibrium is sufficiently disturbed by the journey in to warrant a long streak of complaints instead.
As is typical of encounters with the Property Care (Complete Maintenance) van, this morning’s was dangerous and mildly upsetting. Shortly before barreling its uncontrolled way into the junction at Finstock it overtook me with inches to spare, and then tried to cut across my front wheel. I appreciate that the company name suggests that the drivers don’t feel the need to take care of anything other than propertyâ€”say, other peopleâ€”but what is my bicycle, if not a chattel? How much do I have to pay these idiots to take care of that?
It was followed by a Cottsway van, close enough that there might have been a tow-rope between them. The behaviour of Mr Property Care rather cramped Mr Cottsway’s style, though, so he couldn’t really get an illegal manoeuver of his own inâ€”apart from travelling too close to the vehicle in front, of course. You can’t keep a good van down!
Last night, in comparison, I had a lovely ride home, marred only by a brief incident beyond Ramsden. A passenger in a passing car sprayed what I’m fairly certain was an empty water bottle at me. I’ve no idea why. I suppose being a vulnerable road user, yet not on a horse, I’m considered fair game round here.
… If anyone ever tells you that city folk don’t understand the countryside, then it’s because the inhabitants are bloody feral.