Ever get so pissed by drivists you realise you've made yourself look like a numpty? Coming down Broughton Street to Canonmills yesterday afternoon the lights went green just as I was approaching the junction at the Tesco, so I merged from the cycle lane into the main flow - no bother right, I'll be going at the speed of traffic down the hill. As I start to brake for the next set of lights, the car I merged in front of - a wee red hatchback with learner plates - revs and rips past close enough I just about hit their mirror with my knee, so I guess they weren't happy some Bloody Cyclist had the temerity to go in front of their mighty motorcar.
Anyway, as I sailed past five seconds later(because of course they immediately ran into the back of the same queue I was braking for) I got off what I thought was a nice pithy bellow; "Learning from who you daft ****? I'd get your money back!", and then when the smug glow faded a few minutes later on the cycle path I realised I was going past quick enough that I'd be lucky if they heard more than two words of it, and to anyone else I'd just look like a loon spouting nonsense hah.