Let’s not mince words: today I was nearly hit by a Range Rover travelling at speed around a blind bend on a narrow lane. Range Rovers being as they are – high, square – it could easily have killed me. I heard and saw her/him before s/he was aware of me, took the few remaining inches of tarmac to the left and squeezed by – handlebars in the hedge; s/he swerved but too late to be of any use to me.
I could go on about moronic Range Rover drivers but that’s surely a tautology. I was riding in the Windsor area and, this being Ascot week, the roads were filled with the bloatocracy in those ‘top end’ vehicles that, everything aside, are just plain pug-ugly: the very expensive Mercs and BMWs; those hopeless Porsche 4WD efforts and, inevitably, lots of Range Rovers. The percentage of them that are driven badly is always far higher than other classes of vehicle, and that includes ‘white vans’. These are vehicles that can hold the rich and corpulent comfortably but have no other merits. Money doesn’t buy taste. As someone else said, if you want proof that God despises money, look at who he gives most of it to.
But anyway, I could rant on and on about all that but sod it – it would only blight my day and possibly yours too. So, instead, here’s a picture of some trees in summer – a quiet lane just perfect for cycling. If you ever find ‘Codgertation’ falls silent and it transpires I’ve been wiped out while cycling, find a way of planting a decent sized tree or two for me.