I can't restrain myself from describing this one - though I warn you, it's not a pleasant story.
Karmacycle was doing a bit of nipping and weaving through stationary traffic on the Pentonville Road, up at Islington, heading West.
A few yards ahead, I saw a van door being opened, and then left wide. My immediate thought:
"Arg, idiot for opening his door with bikes coming." Then ...
"Oh well, perhaps he's overheating as it's a hot day."
Then I was forcefully made aware of the real reason he'd opened it.
I'm sorry to have to say this, but a vast stream of vomit came issuing forth from the open door, all over the road.
By happy good fortune, there was enough room on the other side of the road for me to skirt around the action, but it was way too close for comfort.
I don't like relating such stories, delicate readers, except I suppose that it may act as a warning to be even more careful of "opening door syndrome" than you might expect.
I don't think this is common, is it? I hope not. Anything similar happened to you?
