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Run-in with an old guy on the magic roundabout, deliberately changing lanes to cut me up, forcing me along to the next roundabout.
(magic roundabout is a maze, see here - http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/1024/media/images/63119000/jpg/_63119443_msn_magic_roundabout_470x350.jpg - I was in the correct middle lane at 11 o'clock, he cut across me to go left, should have been in leftmost lane).
Traffic is stopped, I filter, moved round to in front of him, to ...
He shunts forward, nearly into my leg, I look down, look at him. He's making shout-y faces. So I move in front of his car completely and look, shrug, he motions I'm a wanker, I point to my crotch and mime "really?"
Of course the poor woman in the passenger seat is grabbing at his wank-hand telling him to stop, so I position myself, wheel central to number plate, and appear to be lost, looking around for a place to go, check my pockets, throw the spokey dokey I had in there over my shoulder, take a few deep breaths, then do a U-turn around the next roundabout to get back to where I should have been going.
Of course, I could have been knocked off, I could have also just let it go. But the minute or so of inconvenience to his journey had me wondering if I'd meet him at cycle training.
I typed all of that out just to say I rode home 52x15 single speed and it hurt. Gears have made me soft.