I have a general rule to get off the road by 7:30 / 8:00 because the crazies come out. Especially on a weekday.
I should have listened to myself.
I had decided to fit in a run to breakwall (flat), and leave out Torrington (hill).
This was because - for some reason - in clipless, going up a slope, I mentally feel like I'm going to fall backwards off the bike.
I say mentally, because I don't see how this could physically happen.
Anyway, on my way back along Anzac to hit Mons, I couldn't get in the right lane to turn right because of all the (7:30am) traffic.
So I pulled into a driveway, and yep, forgot I was clipped in and stacked it.
But it didn't hurt. And I laughed because it didn't hurt!
I also laughed because I never thought I would ever forget I was clipped in - even though people say that's mostly why people clip stack - I mean, how could you forget you were stuck to a bike? But I did. :)
(Bonus bruise from Clip Stack #1)
I think it was ok because I had a strategic sports bandaid on. They're so cushy!
I strategically stuck it on the bone that sticks out when you kneel.
Anyway, I got up and waited for a break in the traffic.
Saw a break and pedalled across the 3 lanes into the right lane.
I was glad the lights were changing, as that would give me time to get to the traffic light and the traffic would be slowing down.
An SUV coming up the road seemed to decide that they didn't want to be behind me, so they accelerated up behind me and swerved around the left of me to get to the right lane ahead of me, and then braked hard to stop at the red light.
I braked as hard as I could and stopped just behind them, almost hitting their fender.
Lucky I was clipped out on my left.
However, I was quite shaken. It seemed a silly move to me, for someone to do their utmost to speed up to overtake someone turning right, to go around the left of them, only to stop in front of them.
When the lights changed, I turned right and stayed in the left lane (I always do, so I can ride slowly as vehicles can go straight and overtake.
We were sitting in the lane together and I was so shaken (shaking like a leaf), I almost swayed and clip stacked on the other side.
I looked at the driver to see what their demeanour was.
It was a lady and she was concentrating very hard and not looking at me. Her whole neck was stiff and she was looking straight ahead at nothing.
I kept looking at her and she kept looking straight ahead.
(This is weird - most drivers look at you without you looking at them).
Anyway, the traffic started and I was so shaken that I pulled over at a bus stop and stopped for a bit.
I had a bit of a cry, which turned into a while, and only stopped when a lovely man with a moustache (and in Attaquer gear - I think) stopped to check I was ok.
I was actually really glad he stopped because I was starting to get sucked in by the fear monster, this time about motor vehicles.
I ended up walking my bike across the intersection to go home.
Gingerly got back on my bike and basically with an unclipped left, followed a bus all the way home.
I think the thing that most got to me, was that the lady was going out of her way to not look at me - like she knew something was up - it was so weird.
There will always be people that just think they have the right over all other people.
I'm sure there'll be many more incidents like that. I must focus on learning to compose myself quicker so I can get back on the road.
I'm totally ok. Just shaken.