After yesterday’s untrammelled delights, the return to earth this morning, thanks to a black cab. One cab ahead of me rammed on his brakes and started pulling up on the left cos he spotted a fare. Didn’t indicate, didn’t look. I was too close to him, but traffic conditions on the Euston Road…. I thumped his near-side rear quarter, dropped back and went to overtake him, when another cab drove over my front wheel. I should have waited until he had either completely stopped, or completely moved off. I was hanging off the door to stay upright as he drove off down the road for ten metres, before coming to a halt. He jumped out and IMMEDIATELY got the badge numbers of 3 other cabbies behind us, before coming over to see what was going on. As he put it later in the discussion “There’s 5 cabbies will say you wos bangin' on all their cabs…” A lot of bickering and heated discussions about each other’s abilities on the road, mutual responsibilities and so on, before the truth of his above statement sunk in and I realised that life is too short. Anyway, hopefully the dents that I left in his bonnet will cost more than my wheel to fix. We shook hands eventually, with expressions of mutual respect, admiration for each other’s children, and promises to be more attentive in future. (It was the folder, btw, not the road bike) Sheesh!