The daily Close Call

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This sunny afternoon, Islington. I ride at leisurely pace when I hear a police siren behind me. I slow down a bit, next thing I know a police car is turning left at speed (right in front of me), I brake hard but hit its side nonetheless. The coppers stop the vehicule and ask me if I am OK. Then they apologize, enquire about the bike and potential damage. I tell them the front wheel did not hit their car too hard but they certainly should be a bit more careful in the future. They took my details and called a colleague to inform him they won't be at their intended destination and why.
As the driver was truly apologetic and owning up to his mistake and I or my bike didn't suffer any damage things did not go any further and we parted ways.
Retrospectively I'm wondering if I have been too nice too the guy, if I should have told him off more vehemently.

Everyone else tends to get out of the fucking way when they hear an emergency vehicle's siren. How long did your hissy fit delay them from getting to the emergency? FFS...