Cycling home through Oxford last night, I turned right at some lights with about 5 or 6 other cyclist. In order to overtake a couple of bikes in the cycle lane, I stayed out in the road. I was immediately hassled by the driver behind and when he had the space, he went revving past and beeped his horn. To my delight it was a BSM driving instructor.
Predictably I caught up with him at Summertown and had the pleasure of opening his passenger door and enquiring whether he was fit to teach learner drivers. He advised me that I should keep to the left, and told me to shut his f* door, which of course I didn't. I then went to the offside, told him he had just failed his test, and left him in the queue.
Predictably I caught up with him at Summertown and had the pleasure of opening his passenger door and enquiring whether he was fit to teach learner drivers. He advised me that I should keep to the left, and told me to shut his f* door, which of course I didn't. I then went to the offside, told him he had just failed his test, and left him in the queue.