Maybe it's just the Monday effect, but everyone seemed to be in a real rush this morning. Nothing outright dangerous, but just.... a bit unnecessary. None more so than a couple of eejits at the top of Dundas Street. Big queue to turn right into Queen Street as access to George Street is limited. I'm filtering past in the straight ahead lane, in which there is nothing, and a Porsche Cayenne (ah yes, that would explain it) absolutely hammers past... To stop at the red light that is 20 yards further on. I scowl as I pass and pull in between a red Micra in the ASL and a taxi behind that are in the right turn lane.
Incidentally, red Micra person, clutch control would stop you rolling back into my front wheel - thankfully at an angle, so the wheel merely turned rather tyhan being pringled.
So it turns out Mr Tiny Appendage Cayenne is only going straight on to avoid the turning queue as he performs an immediate U-turn once across the junction then turns left (as he's looking at it now) into Queen Street, and ROARS off to the next red light. BMW 5 Series performs the same trick, but I make my turn before he's finished his, so he ROARS past with inches to spare to wait at the same red. Naturally I filter past both.
I only catch a glimpse of the Cayenne after that as he gets 'stuck' behind me as we climb to Charlotte Square. I say 'stuck', I was keeping pace with the car in front. And the light ahead was red. So I filtered to the very front. Never saw either Porker or Beemer again after that.
Bike wins.