Especially the one on Kensington High Street this morning, who felt it was his duty to tell me that I was going to get my self killed riding in the middle of the inside lane (it's two lanes either way if you don't know the road). The facts that I was doing 25mph and the lights were red a couple of hundred yards up the road were apparently irrelevant, "as they could have been green", I should have still been over in the gutter so he could get past. He didn't know what the Primary Position was when asked and told me I was going to get killed riding like that. The only response I could come up with was "yes, probably by a w@nky cab driver". With that I smiled blew him a kiss and went on my merry way. I thought these people were supposed to be professional drivers? Oh, and to the guy on the slicked up Kona, who I played tag with between Chiswick and Hyde Park Corner, I hope I don't meet you on your road bike, I was anticipating a relaxing ride into work followed by a huge breakfast, not a personal best - Respect!