Cycling back from a local orchestra rehearsal last night, on my folder with fiddle in a rucksack. A car was waiting to pull out of a side street, it delayed quite unnecessarily until I had drawn up level then pulled right across in front of me, not forcing me to slam the brakes on but it was far too close for comfort for several seconds as it laboriously pulled off.
I assumed it had deliberately cut me up, and that was why the driver had waited. I watched the car carry straight on towards the next junction, only a couple of hundred yards away, and decided to get even if I could. Sure enough, it was turning right; I made it just before the driver had started to let his clutch out, pulled alongside and
WHUMP ... WHUMP ...
on the boot, hard.
Now it was getaway time before the expected glowering pig's head should burst out of the car, but as I went past I glared in at the driver. However it wasn't some seething brute behind the wheel but a rather slight middle-aged lady who was leaning forward looking distraught, and who probably thought something had hit her rear. I went down some side streets then rejoined the main road further on; she had parked up and was speaking on her phone.
I couldn't really imagine she had meant to cut me up to be honest, and wouldn't have reacted like that if I had known. But the frightening thing is that although her driving was dangerous, intimidatory and completely out of order she apparently had no awareness of this at all. Hopefully it will have shocked her into thinking a bit harder next time she has to share road space with a cyclist.