Got caught out in the dark and wet yesterday. Cycling home in the dark leaves me having to slow right down every time I meet a car, as visibility past their headlights is virtually nothing. The rain seemed to be on the higher ground, coming down relentlessly on the hilltops but easing off to near-nothing (except surface water and big puddles) in the two big valleys on my way home.
But foul weather seems to bring out the best in the drivers. Not one of them failed to dip their headlights for me, nor did any pass too close or fast. Excellent behaviour all round. Actually that comment almost applies to my outward journey, which was in daylight and good weather: most of the drivers around here are courteous and considerate.
This of course is the off-season. Come the summer, and particularly the school holidays, and our roads are full of obnoxious idiots. In my childhood, my mother characterised them as “London Drivers”, and I expect she was pretty-much right. Nowadays I expect it’s not so much central London as the Extended London that has swallowed up the whole of southeast England.
Guess I should make the most of it, and hope the idiot season brings weather to encourage me off-road, at least for leisure cycling.