So some other loony tried to kill me on the way home last night. Hogged the road in his white Mercedes Sprinter van on a leafy suburban street lined with cars. There was room for a bike and him despite the cars, but no I had to slam on the anchors and pull into a gap to avoid joining the collection of dead flies plastered over his grill. I didn’t have one problem riding in France, but then again some of the places being explored by bike weren’t that crowded…
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