while on my Hurricane 'bent. He thought he would teach me a lesson because I should have been on the adjacent cycle path. I know this because when I caught up with him at the lights half a mile later and drew up on his right (I was turning right), he half opened his car door to shout at me and use the most surprisingly vile language. The thing is, he was about seventy five and his white-haired missus was sitting next to him! Anyway, he drives a very distinctive car and I know where he always parks in town. Half an hour later he had two flat tyres. I wonder how that happened?