London is ok. Artic drivers are spot on as a rule. Unless of course it’s a tipper, and the usual road ownership rules apply
One artic has folded my mirror out in the last 3 years. On average one cyclist a week does the same.
I should fit spikes or electrodes to them.
The only good thing about London, is coming out the darned place. I personally think all Londoners should be forced to come to the outskirts of London to collect their goods from Lorry parks and all the cyclists there should be registered and forced to pay the congestion charge too. 
The problem in London is all the out of town people who don’t know where they are going. The saying, “he who hesitates is lost” was made for London.
waddy640:
The problem in London is all the out of town people who don’t know where they are going. The saying, “he who hesitates is lost” was made for London.
so “he who dares” then■■? 
I think I’ve said it before, but I was once heading into central London down the A10 through Tottenham. There was a lycra clad speedster on a bike that I just couldn’t get past safely so for a good 2 miles or so I just sat behind him matching his speed. Eventually the road widened and I got past only to be stopped by red traffic lights a few hundred yards later. because the road had narrowed again I had tuckind in to the kerb hoping the muppet would stay behind me, but instead, he mounted the pavement, rode up to my cab and punched my nearside wing mirror and shouted something about clucking clankers (I think), braking the glass into the bargain. I hope he broke his fingers!
Born Idle:
I think I’ve said it before, but I was once heading into central London down the A10 through Tottenham. There was a lycra clad speedster on a bike that I just couldn’t get past safely so for a good 2 miles or so I just sat behind him matching his speed. Eventually the road widened and I got past only to be stopped by red traffic lights a few hundred yards later. because the road had narrowed again I had tuckind in to the kerb hoping the muppet would stay behind me, but instead, he mounted the pavement, rode up to my cab and punched my nearside wing mirror and shouted something about clucking clankers (I think), braking the glass into the bargain. I hope he broke his fingers!
I hope he got knocked off his bike.
I used to drive in London before they got cyclists, much easier in those days.