There are many hazards that cyclists must deal with on a day-to-day basis but a walking stick doesn’t immediately spring to mind, does it?
On this evening’s ride home I almost got clobbered by two of the bloody things.
It was completely unexpected — well, it would be, wouldn’t it?
I was happily zipping along Kensington Gore when two old women standing out the front of the Royal Albert Hall tried to catch the attention of a bus coming up behind me. They stepped out to the very edge of the curb and raised their walking sticks into the air. Then they waved them. In. Great. Big. Arcs.
All well and good, but I was riding along the curb at the same time and the downward wave of their sticks got a little too close for comfort. In fact, I actually ducked my head, thinking they were going to come crashing down on top of me.
Guess there’s a good reason for wearing a helmet after all…