I was cycling with my kids when a man screamed out his window I felt a creeping presence behind me as I cycled up a steep hill with my two children in tow.
Gruff and Marnie – who were around five and two years old at the time – were happily cruising along with me in a trailer attached to my bike, which is essentially a wide buggy-shaped seat, enclosed by a metal frame, weather-proof cover and a big flag to alert drivers.
A few years ago, I was cycling along Oxford Street and a pedestrian stepped off the footpath without looking to cross the road.
Sure enough, it did – then within seconds, the car screeched to a halt in front of me, which made us stop in the middle of the road too.
I’m 48 years old and have been cycling pretty much my whole life – then around the capital for over two decades now.
