Yesterday evening's commute appeared to have been diverted through Idiotsville. First I had to brake hard to avoid a smidsy because the driver didn't even bother to look when pulling out in front me. I could tell this because the back of her head was clearly illuminated by my lights. Evidently, the poor thing was so keen to get home and out of the cold rain, that she didn't have time to glance to the right before turning left.
Second one, exactly the same - except this time the car had so much condensation on the side windows that the driver couldn't see anything. I just managed to slip by the front of the car since this one wasn't stopping. And then, to add insult to near-injury, upon finally noticing a cyclist appear as though by magic in front of them, they beeped me (there was so much condensation on the windows that I couldn't see who or what was attempting to drive). Now I normally avoid altercations with motorists and adopt a zen constitution, but I may have yelled at them loud enough and made sufficiently rude gestures to indicate my opinions on their driving abilities. This evidently gave them a fright since they zoomed off indicating the wrong way, and nearly crashed into not one but two cars as they darted out onto Sydenham High Street. I did feel slightly guilty for entire femtoseconds. Last seen fleeing toward Crystal Palace still indicating.
I won't mention the car driver who just stopped dead in front of me. To continue his phone conversation from the middle of road.
Now, I should say that I have two very bright lights on the front of my bike and I'm dressed like a giant sherbet lemon. A giant angry sherbet lemon.