Well, obviously thats a lie - one moment of riding a bike on the road followed another, I got to work, and of course its simply impossible that 'nothing' would happen, that implying a strange state which would seem impossible given the laws of physics as we understand them.
I'm saying that for a ride in Cambridge it was uneventful.
An articulated lorry overtook me in Arbury Road and pulled back in close enough to make me brake a bit before stopping at the red light clearly visible only seconds ahead of us. I suppose having my wits about me meant that nothing came of that. Then there was the taxi bombed straight through a red light at the end of Arbury Road as I was slowing down to stop at it - but I heard him coming, saw he was giving me space and had an escape route. A BMW driver later got agitated because he wanted to turn left through the space I was using to also turn left in - I mean really agitated and clearly mouthing obscenities at me when I turned to look at him from in front of him while we were both stopped at the red light around that corner. A driver on a mobile phone was edging into an advance cycle box I stopped in, nudging forward moment by moment until I shouted "OI!" at her.
But I also have some good stuff to relate - I made eye contact with a driver approaching the roundabout on Milton Road, signalled to turn right, claimed main lane from absurdly hazardous cycle lane where the motorists nearly all turn left through the space you need to go straight on from the end of the lane, gave him thumbs up and he waved. Later a motorist with forethought slowed down for three cyclists including me to vacate the cycle lane that currently comes to an abrupt end for road works down on Chesterton Lane (I was indicating - but still, most motorists wouldn't do that). And while the taxi driver in town had priority at the mini-roundabout I stopped at, he waved to thank me anyway.
Now what strikes me about recounting the story of such 'uneventful' journeys is that they're not really uneventful. Take that tale apart and re-tell it and you've got a potentially lethal overtake from an HGV, road rage from a BMW driver who needs to calm down before doing himself or someone else harm, a red light jumping motorist who were I not aware of could have killed me, and cycle facilities completely disregarded by motorists on mobile phones and road workers who put us at great risk without providing any alternative safe facility. As cyclists we must become more or less immune to the background level of rage, murderous contempt for our safety and plain idiocy of motorists. And we do so to such a staggering extent that serious hazards to our welfare fade into the background - without doing so we couldn't get back on our bikes and ride home. Indeed the standard of driver behaviour we so commonly experience on our roads is so poor that when someone does something right or acknowledges our thanks for simply not killing us (why is it that cyclists seem expected to routinely thank motorists who simply fail to break the law?) we're surprised.
Looked at this way, I wonder whether what sets apart the 'cyclist' from other people is that we have the capacity to disregard such risks, or to get over them faster than others? Is this what sets us apart from those who get into a tin can every day to drive the same distance we ride? Am I a cyclist rather than a bus rider because I have the capacity to let go of all 'mundane' near death experiences?
Talking to folk who don't ride bikes its pretty clear that its the aggression, the close overtakes, the constant stream of crap that like this that puts them off. I think we simply have to face the reality that until we make our road system 'cyclesafe' as The Times puts it, we'll continue to be seen as the oddities that, perhaps, we have to be.