I remember once waiting to cross at the pedestrian lights, not by the Leisure Centre but the parade of shops a bit further east on URR. The lights for the traffic went red, cars, bus, lorries stopped, but a cyclist was powering along going east and I could tell from his body language that he wouldn't stop, so I cowered on the pavement.As he passed he shouted at me "my problem is I don't like stopping.I worry about guide dogs which set out across the road as soon as they hear the beep. But I suppose if you're a cyclist who doesn't like stopping, they're just collateral damage.
Elizabeth Balsom ● 1989d