Was just about every taxi I encountered last night! But especially two examples. The first around Nicholson Street/South Bridge who turned sharply from his lane into mine without a look or indication. I was forced to bang repeatedly on his window to avoid being hit, to the sound of gasps from the many pedestrians. Window winds down and I get a rather sarcastic "sorry". "More than I would normally expect", I think to myself, having told him he needs to look and signal before moving. Any minor credit I gave him for that immediately disappeared when he started shouting some gobbledygook at me as he drove down the road behind me. It sounded like, "How many of you are there on the road?" :-o
Second example was the typical 'throwing the anchor out with no warning' on Queen Street. Brakes jammed on, hazards started flashing so he could let passengers out. All I could think of as I just avoided him was, "That's NOT how to do it!", and he bizarrely seemed to be shaking his head in a sort of "Crazy passengers suddenly telling me where to stop" sort of way. Hard to explain how I interpreted it as that, just that it didn't seem to be aimed at me. Hardly an excuse though!
Add in the extra safety-blind pedestrians you get during the Festival and the City Centre was definitely somewhere to avoid early yesterday evening. Idiot (with earphones in) ran from behind front of a bus right in front of me and only my quick reaction avoided a collision; mother with pre-teen child decided stepping off the pavement into the Mound cycle lane with her back to me was a smart move, especially with large shoulder bag nearly catching my brake lever (and after I'd twice avoided being clipped by taxis overlapping the lane); and mother and child crossing Hanover Street after ped lights were flashing and north of the actual crossing, only for the young teen boy to stop in front of me midway across to look back at other people in his group still on the pavement!!!
I really wasn't in the mood following my lovely ride out to Ormiston being spoiled by a puncture as I started the return trip.
Aaarghh!!!
And breathe...