going round my final roundabout this moring, right hander on Fixed, got my weight adjustment sorted out to lean the bike one way and ready to stick my left arm out to signal to pull off the roundabout. I always, always, always look over my shoulder, mirror signal manoeuvre, remember this kids. Glad I did today, there was only a Golf, yes I know, a German car, at my side signalling right. WTF was he thinking. He braked, in one action I glared, slowed with my legs only, an accepted his invitation to pass in front of him. I acknowledged with a tap on my glasses and WTF type gesture. Gingerly, shaken and carefully completed my journey.