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@Gobbers
I have to negotiate Bow roundabout / flyover twice a day (which route I take largely depends on the time of day and particular traffic circumstances at the time). I always tend to ignore the designated cycling route as its a mess, and figure it's safer to sit in the centre of the lane where I can see the lights/traffic and cars can see me.
With the Paralympics on they've coned off the inside lane of the flyover, which can be a lot quieter than the roundabout. On my way home to Stratford today the lanes for the roundabout were packed and queues backed up to the church/ped crossing so I decide to use the flyover which is bare. Before I hit it, I look behind and see that the flyover lane is blocked by the queue to the roundabout so not expecting a ton of cars behind me.
I always belt it over the flyover to get off it ASAP but I also don't want to antagonise drivers behind me if I were to pootle along. Normally drivers sit back and are patient until they can pass and I tend to give em thumbs up for thanks as I shift lane when I'm over the flyover.
Today, some fuck (the only fuck on the flyover) decides to buzz me on the descent over the other side at some fucking ridiculous pace. Cue expletives. I see him checking his mirrors as he does it - the way someone checks their mirrors when they're squeezing through a tight spot and don't want to brush their wingmirrors.
Was too damn furious to catch his plate, or attempt to catch up, and quite frankly it shit me up so I just wanted to get home in one piece.