I was in the left hand lane of a road yesterday, indicating I was turning left. Checked mirrors - nothing behind me. Just as I was turning I saw a cyclist in my wing mirror coming up on my inside. He was dressed in black, on a black bike and no helmet. Luckily I was able to pull out a bit but if I'd hit him it would have been my fault. Like something along the lines of what Tim Wonnacott is known to say 'there was only a sheet of Bronco between us'. Just thinking about it makes me shaky.
Good Morning Saturday 27th April 2024
Passports not in the drawer I always keep them in. Turning the place upside down.