Driving home from a slew of errands, I motored up Cantitoe, with the Bedford Golf and Tennis Club on my right. Where the arrow is where I came upon a hot dog bicyclist, in latex, of course, riding erratically, he trying to avoid a few pot holes. I needed to go wide to go around him but at the same time, two Town of Bedford trucks, filled with fallen tree limbs, came the other direction, negating my opportunity to move out.
At that minute, the cyclist turned his head around, gave me the finger, I guess because he thought I was too close, and I was close but not close enough to bump him off…. then he fell. It scared me to death. All I could think about was that I hit him and he’d sue me. I stopped, which on this section of the road is dangerous as hell and impossible to pull off the road because of the low edge. The car behind the two Town of Bedford trucks saw what happened and he stopped too, stopping the traffic coming up the hill from causing an accident.
The cyclist got up, got all up in my face for being so close to him but the guy who stopped….guess what….he’s a NY State Trooper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saved the day. Saved the Day. Saved the day. He told the cyclist what he saw, that I had no choice, that I didn’t cause his fall, and had he not turned around to give me the finger, well, maybe he wouldn’t have fallen. That shut the pie hole of the cyclist fast. Karma is a bitch.
The trooper gave me his card. The cyclist sped off, saying he was fine and telling the trooper he was not hurt.
I can only imagine the scenario had no one stopped, had no one seen what transpired. The cyclist was an ass, the protected class of cyclists who feel I should get killed before coming close to him, trying to share the road. It could have been ugly, really ugly.
I’m about to have a drink. Yes, it’s only 3:30p here, but it’s 5pm somewhere…plus, my nerves need a little calming. I admit to being shaken.