A ride home from a night shift, following a big snow storm. I walked some of it, because it was just too busy, with drivers sliding everywhere, going too fast; but there were a few cars that had broken down in the carriageway as well. This, it would seem, is not a problem, but a cyclist who needs to use the clear section of tarmac where the car tyres have been, is a legitimate target for abuse, screaming, leaning on car horns ...
I wasn't holding anyone up. I was riding in the traffic, at the same speed as the cars, and meeting the same cars at every junction/traffic light.
I feel really fed up now. If I could've got a lift home, I would, but no-one was going my way this morning and the buses are cancelled. I hate conflict and being shouted at by strange aggressive men in vans. It's horrible.
At least the bike is safely home now, hopefully it won't be spending a month in the bike locker at work like it did last year.