Last night, about 8pm, I was heading west along McDonald Road and there was a car parked in the cycle lane, almost completely blocking the cycle lane cut through in the build-outs for 'traffic-calming'. This was despite an empty parking space right next to the infringing car. Some drivers are just wilful cycle lane blockers...
On the way back along the same road, approaching Leith Walk, the lights at the junction turn green, I speed up as I know the sequence doesn't last very long. A small column of cars starts across the junction, and has cleared it by the time I arrive. A white van coming the opposite way waits for the cars to clear and then turns right across my path.
I'm going at a fair lick at this point and slam on the brakes for an emergency stop: thankfully the hub brakes on the Pashley are pretty powerful. I stop with about a foot to spare, bellowing some choice Anglo-Saxon phrases at the van driver, who gives me a wave as if to say 'thanks for stopping'. What the hell did the idiot think he was doing? He could clearly see me, maybe he did not expect me to be so quick, or more likely he expected me to stop as he's in the big van.
So very nearly a repeat of what happened to Mrs crowriver a fortnight ago, when she ran into a car that turned right across her.