I have been thwacked on the back by a passing truck’s mirror while waiting at traffic lights to turn right opposite the Old Vic Theatre and nearly squished beneath the back wheels of a tour bus on Chelsea embankment where it meets Albert Bridge. In short I have been a cyclist in London.
Cycle deaths in that city are becoming something of a national scandal. In parallel, the camera-wearing finger-wagging, light-jumping cyclofascists are becoming a public nuisance.
So from the department of plus ca change, I give you this column from the Morning Post of Tuesday September 13 1898…
Sounds like it’s a no win situation for both sides. I would never want to ride my bike in the city and on the other hand it’s scary as a driver to watch out for bikes.
It was ever thus, it seems…