I got my bicycle wheel stuck in a tram track for the first time this morning.

I intend never to do it again because YOLO. :(

Ten minutes later, someone beeped at me for apparently being too far over on a narrow little road. I looked behind at them for a moment, then, feeling brave and foolish, I pulled directly into the centre of the street. The car beeped solidly for 10-15 seconds before we reached a T-intersection where the car - an Avon car, as it happens - rapidly overtook me. I saw the woman driving (plumpish, mid to late thirties) turn right around and screech at me “MOVE OVER!”

If I’d been sure I could keep my balance at the same time I’d have made a scene right back. I had every right to be in that lane, and if I had moved over she may very well have skittled me. What is it about driving cars that makes people behave like complete animals? Can you imagine a pedestrian or another cyclist screaming at someone for being in their way for about a second longer than they’d liked? Those boxes of metal have a lot to answer for.