A bad fright -- and a result

On Tuesday evening I was riding through a Cambridgeshire village (home
to armb of
this parish), when a cement mixer passed me VERY close. Of course the
driver
wouldn't have heard the resulting ugly terms in which he was
addressed, but when
the lorry turned into a road from which I knew there was no other way
out I followed it.

It turned out the the depot was in there, so instead of accosting the
driver I went
into the offices to complain about his (or her?) driving. The manager
listened and as
I calmed down made a formal note of the complaint, saying that he
would talk to
driver about it when he came in. When ready to leave I said that
several cycle
campaigns had published advice for drivers of large vehicles and I
would get him
what I could find.

The following day he phoned me and said that the driver had been given
a formal
warning and would be the first to be handed whatever I could give
them, and all the
other drivers would receive it too. A very good attitude on the
company's part.


Mike