Cycling #1
Cycling down a narrow, busy and fast road (it links an airport to a motorway junction, so you can imagine), I saw a motorbike rider ahead drift into the wrong lane, before visibly startling at the swerving oncoming traffic and swerving back into his own side.

I rode the rest of that road muttering to myself about how someone could be that dim when they have their life in their hands, tutting, shaking my head, and generally feeling superior as I pushed hard to get a good speed up.

Seeing the painted line whiz beneath my wheels was what alerted me to the fact that I had reached the end of the road, going about as fast as can be managed by Mr Average on a bike, and had now joined said roundabout by shooting straight into the right-most of the two lanes. Right in front of a big blue lorry. Ooops.

I didn't even cross back to get myself together, I just sat on the grass in the middle of the roundabout watching traffic until I managed to unclench my buttocks, around a half-hour later. Still makes me shudder.
(misanthrope is so adjective he's verbing nouns!, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 3:10, Reply)