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Nov. 24th, 2008 11:53 pmTwo things of note happened as I was cycling to rehearsal at the theatre tonight:
The first was that I was nearly hit by a gritter lorry as I cycled through town - it came down a side-road with an unimpeded view of the main road I was on, I was very visible, and he didn't stop. I had to swerve round in front of him.
The second was that I took the back roads instead of the bypass - there have been severe headwinds going towards Skipton on the bypass these last few days, and I didn't want to have to battle them again. The back road includes a level crossing near the point where it splits from the far end of the bypass, and when I got to it, the barriers were down, so I stopped and waited, thinking it would be the normal commuter train (electric multiple unit). So I waited. And waited. And then I heard a rumble, and a faint growl, indicating a diesel. "Oh," I thought, "a freighter." But it wasn't. It was a diesel, all right, but it was pulling deep purple coaches with a coat of arms on the side. "Jesus Christ, it's the Royal Train!" I cried. Then the barriers lifted, and I went on my way.
The first was that I was nearly hit by a gritter lorry as I cycled through town - it came down a side-road with an unimpeded view of the main road I was on, I was very visible, and he didn't stop. I had to swerve round in front of him.
The second was that I took the back roads instead of the bypass - there have been severe headwinds going towards Skipton on the bypass these last few days, and I didn't want to have to battle them again. The back road includes a level crossing near the point where it splits from the far end of the bypass, and when I got to it, the barriers were down, so I stopped and waited, thinking it would be the normal commuter train (electric multiple unit). So I waited. And waited. And then I heard a rumble, and a faint growl, indicating a diesel. "Oh," I thought, "a freighter." But it wasn't. It was a diesel, all right, but it was pulling deep purple coaches with a coat of arms on the side. "Jesus Christ, it's the Royal Train!" I cried. Then the barriers lifted, and I went on my way.
