Everyday cycling incidents hall of fame.

doctor-bond

Feature Bike
Returned from a nice 50k, and it occurred to me that lots of the day-to-day incidents you experience as a cyclist on our roads fall into patterns. See if any of these are familiar, and feel free to add some more.

#1. The Phantom. You’re cycling down a lovely narrow lane, perhaps on a national cycle route, when you glance behind and note a dark shape. Fair enough, they can wait til we get to a passing place or the junction and then come past. But always expect a cheeky close pass. You find yourself focussing, speeding up, giving it some beans now and congratulating yourself on actually going as fast as is proper for such a road regardless of vehicle. They’re not passing you; fine just getting on with the job here. A couple of minutes later you reach the junction in a bit of a lather, but try to look cool and triumphant as you swing round to face the follower: no one there, not a vehicle in sight, no side roads.

#2. The Giffer. Another lovely lane - this time you’re coming round a sharp bend, or a blind hill - or both - and a car hoves into view on the wrong side of the road. Quick double take as you wait for them to correct course ….. but no. It’s the Giffer: c. 108yrs old, 4’8”, beer bottle glasses and still driving a W reg Montego - they make no attempt to change course and you swiftly become intimate with the verge/hedge/ditch.

#3. The Tail Gunner. You’re rolling along musing on how splendid and extensive the national cycle routes are these days when the familiar rustle of down shifting and tyre noise makes you glance round. You have a proper look to be sure it’s not the Phantom, and yes a perfectly respectable motorist is following slowly waiting for a chance to pass. No worries, here’s a passing place; you slow down a little to encourage them by. No. Still behind. Time passes, birds sing. Finally, as you’re approaching a fine tight blind bend, the tail gunner pounces, and squeezes by with a gnashing of gears ….. then brakes suddenly as they are confronted by another car just around the bend. Everyone stops.
 
#4. The Incredulist. The retrobiker catches a rider up on a modest incline, they on their carbon wundermaschine, pas normal clothing that is supernormal in its beige tones, garmin beeping away like a faulty microwave oven. "Wow, how did you catch me on that old thing?" No matter how tired its now your job to defend the honour of your bike - of every retrobiker!.. and drop this turkey but not look like your dropping them or that the insult landed. A broad smile and a gear one bigger than is sensible and silent, painful mashing of the pedals.

#5. The Contract Killer*. The contract killer prowls the lanes with a 56T campag pista chainset and 13-18 straight through block on his 1980 Bernard Carre (ex Peugeot team issue, badged as such). His calves are moulded by H.R Giger. The natural meal of the contract killer is any other cyclist but he takes special delight in bagging Incredulists. "I've taken out six carbonistas this morning" and points to the black outlines of aerobikes crossed out with red Xs on his top tube.

#6. The Hero Helper. You can spot the hero helper by the Help for Heroes sticker in the back window of his Defender, Discovery or other patriotic motor made in the UK by a company owned by foreigners. Its easy to see the sticker when he shaves your right elbow at 43mph in a 20 zone. The hero helper hates cycling and cyclists because (a) wearing those silly clothes is un-manly and (b) everybody knows cyclists are fifth colomnist agents of surrender monkey countries who are pushing their europhile agenda of riding bikes on an unsuspecting public.

*I have met the contract killer. As I was on a steel Peugeot he took me under his wing and gave up his secrets. Ok, I made up the crossed off bike decals - but he might as well have them. He prowls the roads between Canterbury and Dover mostly.
 
Last edited:
There’s a Hint I could be in the Contract Killer sector…..😂 but it should told that it’s a 57T x 12-17 set up 🙂
 
Last edited:
Yes - recognise those! Painful mashing to defend the honour of retro 💪 And I’ve definitely had a few #6 style moments - seems like a lot of “one life, live it” stickers should also have a “and don’t get in my way!” sub clause….
"power by fairy dust".
 
The main reason I wont fit mirrors is because I do not want to see the Phantom.
I often hear bikes behind me getting very close, you can hear the clicking from the freewheel and stuff. There are no places to turn off but when you do get ahead and look behind there is no bike :eek: Maybe that is how new Phantoms are made
 
Not sure how to categorise this one:

#8 The internet addict:

They've read every article, Amazon drivers know their address off by heart. A sparkling ultralight 5.6 kilo ubercycle laden with 50kg of gadgets, rider adorned with the latest gear ready to tackle all weather events, mechanical failures and nutritional needs. Tight fitting clothing bulging in all the wrong places, puffy red face streaming sweat as they spin out up that incline, gears a 'clack-clack-clack' - all this effort!

Only to have their hopes and dreams dashed as with no more than a barely audible 'swoosh', some bloke passes them on his latest car-boot purchase, Internet Addict already too far behind to hear the cheerful (if slightly out of breath) 'Morning!**

**last friday, £30 carboot bike, multitool in back pocket just in case
 
#9 The Retrobiker
You regularly see them out on the road, always on a different bike from a certain vintage, it appears they must have a massive selection to go out on. Often decked out in matching vintage cycle gear to their chosen era except for the shoes, they will willingly catch you then ride along side whilst extolling the virtues of 105, campag or suntour. When they stop pedaling the bike will be whisper quiet. do not mention the words "carbon, E-bike or electronic shifting" as these words are proven to initiate a long discussion on the benefit's of a good old fashioned "Steel/Titanium, large sprockets, or cable" which will leave you wanting to fall in the nearest road side ditch.

When not on the road they can be found in bakeries and coffee shops, often in small villages, enjoying cake and cleaning some tatt they just bought off a random bloke in a car park.

Be aware that by passing them safely on your modern bike, you are inviting them to talk and as such it is your own fault. Better option is to turn off or around before you catch them, leaving them assuming they have been Phantom'd.
 
Back
Top