Yesterday morning, I was riding in to work when I saw a car emerging from a drive-way. Reflex told me that he was going to shoot out and try to get me, and sure enough, if I hadn't hit the brakes and lost a load of rubber he would have side-swiped me into a wall.
As he hit the accelerator I swore at him and wondered if I might catch up with him later on when the traffic gets congested.
Sure enough, a mile further on I passed him, stopping to read his number place and giving the driver the evil eye.
On I went, stopping off at a supermarket to grab some drink and snacks. Who stood right behind me at the checkout? You guessed it.
"Are you the cyclist who just came through Tyler Hill?"
"Yes, I am."
"I am so sorry, I just didn't see you."
I was about to say "Oh that's OK", when my mouth openned all by itself.
"Well that's the problem isn't it? No-one sees the cyclist do they?"
Then the woman on the checkout joined in.
"Look at the size of me! They say they can't see me either!"
The poor guy was then subjected to a joint rant by the woman and myself, including my favourite statement that "I assume that all drivers are out to get me, and this morning proved my point!"
At one point he said that he had heard what I called him, to which I said that if he thought that was bad he should think himself lucky that I was in a good mood today.
We eventually let him go, I told him I was OK, I am used to it and we wished each other a good day.