Love thy enemy

I sometimes write things as comments on other blogs that I’d like to note here as well. This was posted in response to this Bikeyface post. I’m blowing my own trumpet slightly, for which I hope you’ll forgive me, but I hope I make a point too.

Last week I was out cycling and I saw a guy pull up at the side of a dual carriageway and get out of his car. I stopped and asked if he was OK. He’d run out of fuel. He proceeded to open his boot and take out a plastic petrol can.

I had a bit of time so I offered to cycle off and get him some fuel, the nearest petrol station being about 2 miles away. He asked if I was sure and I said I’d be much quicker than him and could use the exercise. He passed me some cash and told me to fill the can.

Queuing to buy petrol on a bike was a strange experience, but I got him his fuel and cycled back. I felt good. He felt good. And I’m sure a few people in the petrol queue got a smile out of it too. We don’t need to be the guy in the picture at the top. Much as cyclists dislike them sometimes, we can be drivers’ friends and it will help bring peace and understanding to our roads.