FROM THE CYCLIST TO THE DRIVER

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Cycling is very safe. But we have all felt the terror of the close shave, or near death accident.

Cyclists and drivers are the same species, we’re just the same. But often we don’t understand each other. I wanted to humanize the fear cyclists can feel, and try and explain what is at stake, in human terms.

Cycling is overall very safe. But we have all felt the terror of the close shave, or near death accident.
Cyclists and drivers are really just the same. But often we don’t understand each other. I wanted to humanize the fear cyclists can feel, and try and explain what is at stake, in human terms.

I kissed my love goodbye this morning.

You kissed yours too.

I shouted up to my kids as I wheeled the little green bicycle out the door.

You blew a raspberry to your daughter as you flicked on the radio.

I often think of that sunset in Sydney, with the birds swarming above.

Your mind wanders back to the forest at dawn, and the shards of light on new heather.

Last night I made love and I smile to myself as I pass the newsagents.

You think what still needs to be packed for France, excited.

I felt you on my back as I went up the hill, past Sarah’s old house.

You were late. The status meeting was starting. You hate those meetings.

I felt you passing. Saw the gleam of glass. Felt the metallic fear on my tongue.

You had to veer left for the traffic island.

You only heard the echoing scrape of metal on bodywork.

You looked back and saw the truck in the middle of the road. People running.

The horror built in your throat. The crush on your chest.

You remember my face.

You thought I had room. You thought I was slower. You thought of your family.

I am at the side of the road, bruised and shaking.

Just another flash of terror in a moments’ impatience and inattention on an ordinary day.

I’m sorry I swore. It was the fear of losing it all. You didn’t mean to hit me. I hated you for that.

I have so much to lose. Family, plans, a love affair, a career, memories of joy and despair.

We’re not simply Cyclists. We’re people.

And we break so easily.

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