Car drivers, explained Kevin, would normally give you plenty of room on the road. If he’d said that this was because most were just considerate, I’d have bought it. But he didn’t. This, he quickly added, was a litigious society. People fearful of being sued. I’d been introduced to him in the lobby of the Bent Prop Inn in Anchorage. A fellow cyclist, he’d returned to the city after a spell on the road in the Lower 48. Spending a little time in the hostel whilst he found himself more permanent lodgings.
For my part, I assured him I’d some pretty hefty insurance. Covered for personal liability in the event of accident or collision. Explaining I didn’t want to end up bankrupt, even if the hike in premiums for putting a foot down in North America was a bit eye-watering.
