Not a shout, but a glare!
Sunday. Cycling towards Mayfield in East Sussex. Gloriously sunny day, and I'm on a fast stretch of downhill road that has double-white lines and a 50 speed limit. Vehicle that catches me up is a singe-decker bus, and the driver is maintaining my speed with a sensible distance behind. After half a mile of this, we start to climb. I'm conscious of holding traffic up, so at a convenient point ( a mini bit of tarmac entrance to a field) I duck off the road with a wee track stand, and allow the vehicles that have accumulated, to carry on.
By now the road is wide enough to accommodate comfortably me and cars. Lovely. I carry on magnificently (struggling) up the hill. Cars pass no problem except, that is, one stupid old cow in some tiny little car, has to slow down, match my speed, and glare at me. Obviously she felt the need to display just "How cross she was, for being held up in her very important journey!" She reminded me of a very cross-looking Betty Boothroyd (ex-speaker of the House). It really was quite pathetic. But just that little incident (one I should just shrug off) has impinged on me, and felt the need to 'unload'!
Mind you, she got a serious amount of arm waving from me, telling her to "Move on!"
There. That's better.