On the ride home tonight, there was an incident at the bottom of my street.
A car had gone on fire, and the fire engine was blocking one lane.
Mr. Plod was manually directing traffic.
There was a monster 1-mile tailback out towards Banchory, which I came across. The opposite lane had no traffic, so I pulled out and passed them all.
Oh, boy did that rile them.
Lots of hoots and curses.
And a couple of attempts to block me!
It was a case of 'If I can't go in my car, it's not fair that you can go on your bike!"