A few weeks ago, I was taking my kids to the zoo, which means pulling a trailer with 4 or 5 stones worth of kids + accessories up a small hill on a busy B road (here, for those who like links
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&sourc ... 07231&z=17 ) then turning right into the zoo. Before signalling the turn, and pulling out to the middle/right of the lane, I looked over my shoulder and made eye contact with the driver of an estate behind me. He seemed patient and had followed me slowly some way up the hill. I came to a stop because of oncoming traffic. When it was clear, I started to make my turn, doing the last over-the-shoulder check for overtaking vehicles, and he was. I braked, and he passed within a few inches of my front tyre.
Why? If he'd waited a couple of seconds, he could have gone around me (safely!) on the other side. What was that couple of seconds compared to the minutes it took me to get up the hill? Maybe he thought since I was no longer signalling a right turn, I had changed my mind? Maybe, no longer held in place by my evil eye (I was concentrating on getting started and making the turn), he was suddenly overwhelmed by his impatience. Grrrr.
“In some ways, it is easier to be a dissident, for then one is without responsibility.”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom