I don't normally post about close encounters with motors, it happens and is part of life on the road. I have them though. I had one today, only my fourth ride since my crash back in October. I'd covered about 15 miles had the wind behind me, floating along, sunny and hardly any traffic. Traversing a roundabout above the M1, it's last junction, number 47. I didn't need to give way so I bowls on, past the entrance to the southbound carriage way, I was going to exit at the next exit I then move across to the left hand side of my lane. The ramp up from the northbound carriageway is quite short and steep, I saw a car coming up but knew he was moving a little too quickly to stop at the line. I am extra vigilant at the moment as I rediscover my confidence and road craft. I was being blown along so I let myself drift to the right to ride give this car more space. He didn't see me, that is clear, I executed a rear wheel skid to turn the bike to the right and was parallel to the car by the time he stopped to allow me to ride around the front of him. No problermo, he got a mouthful from me, he mouthed an apology and all was well.