Spotted...

To the gentleman on the (black?) Create on Prince's Street this morning at 9am.

I tapped you on the shoulder because you had just cruised up the inside of me in moving traffic, which in my, and most other people's books, is a no-no. That's my piece of road, in case I need to get of trouble. It's my margin of safety, if you will.

You mentioned that I had cut you up earlier - If that's the case, please accept my apologies, as that means that I was riding inattentively, which is unsafe for both me and other road users. But it's not an excuse to barge me off my bike later.

I grabbed you because you called me a cunt, and had purposefully veered into my front wheel - again, in moving traffic. I apologise for that too - It was obvious that it scared you, as you were crying (as you continued to call me a cunt, I might add). What I said to you still stands.

And, to answer your question of who am I? I'm every other cyclist that you put in danger with your lack of consideration.

You are Chuck Palahniuk and I claim my £5