On the way home tonight I overtook a bus (see point 1 on map below) that was pulled over on Grand Junction Rd. I continued up the hill and turned left onto Tolley road. A few hundred metres along Tolley (see point 2) I could feel the bus looming along behind me. I wasn’t pulling any extraordinary speeds, he could have over taken me easily but he just sat there.
My route is in purple, starting at the bottom
I was wondering what was going on. Kent and I have debated about the worse things cars can do and I agree now that tail gating a cyclist is most off putting, the only thing that I like less is when they don’t indicate.
So I have this bus hanging off my back wheel. I take a peep over my shoulder and see that he has his indicator on to pull over. Okay, maybe he has to pull up at the next stop I’m thinking, so I hang off for a bit, probably rolling at about 30kmh-1 now, ample if he wants to pass me. I didn’t mind if he was going to cut me off, I didn’t have the energy to fight him.
But still he sits there. We pass a stop yet he’s still sitting in my draft (lol). So I step on it a little, I have to make a right hand turn anyway. I throw an arm out and cruise up probably into the 40’s (my speedo sensor is on my other set of wheels).
As I turn into Toovis avenue (see point 3) I hear someone yelling what sounds like obscenities at me. I don’t know, it’s hard to understand anything in that situation. I look back again and sure enough I see the driver pulling his head back into his window. I ride for another 50m and decide I want to know what the hell all of that was about.
I spin around and cut through the traffic back onto Tolley. The bus is out of sight but I know he turns down Smart road and it isn’t far to the interchange, there’s no way he could get away from me. Now I really step on it, through the roundabout, and I can see he’s pulled over at the curb again (see point 4)
I go around the front of the bus and the driver, who is all smiles, opens the doors. “What (pant) was that about?”
“I was just saying you were breaking 40 mate! You’re doing well” he chuckles to me in his thick Italian accent.
“ahhh, cheers mate, have a good evening”
Extremely strange outcome. I guess, after a few years of chasing down busses and sitting in their draft karma will occasionally have them play games with me as well.