Hoisted by my own petard
I don't cycle any more (I live in London and am too fond of life), and as a pedestrian I am suspicious, at best, of both cyclists and motorists, since they all seem to be out for my blood.

When I was a cyclist, though, I naturally hated pedestrians for never bloody looking before stepping out in the road.

Anyway, one day I was shooting round a bend on a busy street in Oxford and a woman steps out in the road. I swerved then turned in the saddle and began shouting a stream of obscenities as I rounded the corner, something about 'looking where you're fucking going you fu...'

At which point, no longer looking where I was going, I hit something very hard and gathered my senses a moment later to find myself in a heap on the floor being shouted at by an angry mum whose kids were now crying in the back of the people carrier, after just seeing a very angry, very fast man splat into the back window.

Nothing broken luckily - good job it was such a big, flat car to run into I suppose.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 21:28, 2 replies)

I nearly did the same thing in Oxford!
I was on my way up St Aldates when a woman stepped out, i hit her, not hard as i was breaking and swerving, but as i cycled off i turned round to shout at her, but was briefly brought back to the real world as i had cycled across the road and got honked at by a bus!
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Thu 12 Feb 2009, 21:59, closed)

Terrible town for that sort of thing
Funny street system, busy town centre, loads of buses/cycles/pedestrians on narrow streets... I'm shocked I never had a bad accident- I reckon 50% of the people I knew who did cycle did have nasty falls.

This happened turning off George Street.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 22:16, closed)