On my way home last night. As usual, I come from a non-traffic cut through which intersects the main carriageway about 4 cars back from TL's over a single track bridge. I usually have to be quite forceful in getting into the line to cross the bridge, but once over I will pull over and yield to the rest of the cars that make it over in that sequence - giving me a traffic free run to the next village, where i peel off onto a quiet lane. I'm sure it generates some short term fury with the motorists behind but...
Anyway, last night I pull up and the man in the white van on the road is eyeballing me. I look away and hear him say something over the din of the idling engines. He's still looking at me.
Me - "Sorry, didn't catch that?" (Why am I engaging? Nothing good EVER comes from these exchanges....)
He - "I said: Are you fast?"
Me - "Not particularly, but if you let me go ahead, i'll pull over on the other side and let you go."
He - *thumbs up*
I do as agreed, little toot toot as he passes. All was well with the world.