Top marks to the driver of the NHS-labeled double-length artic outside Addenbrookes this morning. As he was waiting at the lights, signalling to turn left, I watched a middle-aged lady ride up the inside, admittedly on a (skinny) cycle lane, between him and the "safety" fence. She got about half-way when the lights changed, and he started moving. I watched, horrified, as the gap rapidly shrank, before he spotted her and stopped.
I missed the lights as a result, but caught up and spoke with her at the next set. She could see nothing wrong with what she had done.
As for him, he must have some kind of sixth sense. I don't know how he saw her.