I spent 10 years commuting in and out of London on my motorbike and even spent a couple of months as a motorcycle courier there. In all that time I only had a couple of minor scrapes and a few near misses. Such is the anti-motorbike sentiment in the UK that I was very much aware that I would be held at least partly responsible for any accident. However, day after day I would join the convoy of motorbikes filtering through the miles (sorry, kilometres) of traffic knowing that sooner or later one of the motorists would get bored, impatient or frustrated and change lanes without looking. It was therefore a great way to hone my reactions.
Now, in only 6 months on my bicycle in Geneva I have had more near misses than I care to remember and 3 'incidents' (although probably one of them doesn't count as it involved beer and tram tracks - don't ask!).
This morning, while cycling to work, twice people opened car doors in traffic queues directly in front of me, without warning. On the first occassion I was far enough away to avoid the door, and exiting passenger (who I am sure even now doesn't know I was there) but on the second occassion the rear door opened and a child sprang out right in front of me. Thankfully, and I don't know how, I managed to brake and miss the child by gnat's breadth. However, in doing so my pedal took most of the skin off my right shin.
Pedestrians just walk out into the road without looking. Even when they do look and see me they just walk out in the road anyway and just assume I will be able to dodge them!! After living in Zug for a year, where this sort of behaviour would result in you being flogged in public, I am finding this quite frustrating......
Now, can someone tell me how Place de Neuve works because there don't seem to be any rules other than; whoever get's there first has right of way. On a bicycle, this is precarious to say the least. It's almost a case of close your eyes and hope for the best. I have now come to terms that I will end my days there in the not-too-distant future.





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