Just over a week ago. I wasn't going to post it, because it felt so horrible. Maybe I still shouldn't.
Way in: moron overtakes me before turning left (A52 into Derby, Wyvern exit). It's close, but not so close I have to change speed/direction. As I carry on, he winds down his window (for he has joined a line of stationary traffic, making his overtake meaningless) and says something about my position on the road.
This is the internet, and I can make up whatever I like. So it's up to you, but I was about 1m from the kerb, as recomended by the IAM (the drivers thing, not the dog food).
Time didn't permit that level of debate, so he got the finger.
Way home, I got undertaken spectacularly. Approaching a right turn I let a white van pass me before indicating right and pulling out with plenty of notice. As I got to the turn, the car behind pulled up on my left and then cut across me, so that I had to turn right on the right of my approach: I ended up on the side road, but in the middle of it (the left hand side being occupied by the car to my left). He just didn't want to wait.
I was, and I still am very angry. Dark blue Golf: P462 ETO. I may yet report it, or karma might sort it out for me.
What really bothered me about this last was the fact that 1/2 mile earlier I'd had to file past a cyclist spread out on the road. I'm extrapolating from the scene, but it looked like he'd been sideswiped by a van towing a wide trailer on a narrow road. My searches of the local press reveal nothing, so I hope he hasn't died.
But the chances are that the c**t in the golf had passed this poor guy too, and still drove around me like a loon.
I will not forget the guy stretched out on the road, having the blankets laid around him, while some guy looked on uselessly, and I will not forget P462 ETO.
Worst commute in 20 years.