I had a nice "whatyadoinginthefuckingmiddleoftheroad' in Nottingham yesterday. "Cycling" was my answer, the understanding of which seemed for him to be the intellectual equivalent of contemplating the finer points of quantum mechanics for the rest of us. Also, it turned out this premium grade knobchuckler was in the wrong lane anyway. As I cycled up to the side of him (now he was in the correct lane at the red light he'd been so eager to reach before me), ready to despatch a loud Nelson "ha ha!", he did a runner through the red light, scattering a few pedestrians who had had the temerity to think the green man symbol meant cross.
London today was no better. A car stuck behind me for entire seconds as we approach the junction with a main road (does time run slower for these idiots?), doing the usual agressive revving that only makes me go slower. He pushed around me so he could nudge out into traffic. I figure there's no point antagonising drivers like this, it's quite patent they're beyond reason, to be honest I pity them and their boiling, pointless agression. Anyway, he totally blanked me as he pushed ahead, and then once he was on his way down the road, I got a doppler shifted "caaaaaannnnnntttttttt" yelled from his side window. They're oh so brave in their tin cans.