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Time for one of the [[JC]]’s patronising little parables. | Time for one of the [[JC]]’s patronising little parables. | ||
:''A fellow was out on his bicycle, thundering down Cranley Gardens, enjoying the rush of wind through his thinning thatch and generally revelling in uncommon gratitude for the affordances — usually so depressing, for a man his age — of gravity. Cranley Gardens is steep, has a dogleg and a few intersecting crossroads that come at it from oblique angles. But straight-through traffic, such as our | :''A fellow was out on his bicycle, thundering down Cranley Gardens, enjoying the rush of wind through his thinning thatch and generally revelling in uncommon gratitude for the affordances — usually so depressing, for a man his age — of gravity. Cranley Gardens is steep, has a dogleg and a few intersecting crossroads that come at it from oblique angles. But straight-through traffic, such as our fellow, has the right of way — of that there is little doubt. '' | ||
Now imagine that, notwithstanding the plain legal position, a jalopy careened from one of those junctions, without looking, and collected our brave hero. How much comfort will it be, as he bodily tests out that intruder’s crumple zone, that ''he was in the right''? | Now imagine that, notwithstanding the plain legal position, a jalopy careened from one of those junctions, without looking, and collected our brave hero. How much comfort will it be, as he bodily tests out that intruder’s crumple zone, that ''he was in the right''? |