This evening I had a set-to with a taxi driver in Cambridge. Lensfield Road and Fen Causeway for those who know it.
He took exception at my positioning, I think (just left of middle of the lane). He pulled alongside me in a fury of revving past the polar institute, all the way to the back of the traffic queued at the pelican. Oooh 50 Yards! Then he cut in front and proceeded to weave all over the road in front of me down there and the Causeway, gesticulating and shouting that I should be on the pavement. When he was stopped by the traffic in front he made a point of pulling out over the cetral line to prevent a safe overtake, and carried on the pantomine until the traffic cleared and he buzzed off at last.
All par for the course in this cycling city. The only difference is that for once I kept my cool, memorised his number and reported him....."Sorry sir, no such registration exists". Mr PC obviously regarded me as a time-waster "that wasn't really threatening behaviour was it sir".
Bah!
I feel better now though. Thank-you for listening.