The driver nearly squooshed me near Shepherd's Bush by swerving left without looking and although I shouted 'Idiot!', he apologised and we parted amicably. We took turns overtaking one another. He and the passenger waved every time they saw me and, laughing, challenged me when I'd planted myself in the middle of the lane right in front of them at a crossing. This continued until west Ealing, I had left them behind for a while and they caught up with me at traffic lights. I asked what had taken them so long and, looking shocked to see me again, shouted: 'You again?! How many gears on that thing?' '24' I said, before flashing a smile and pedalling off, leaving them stuck in traffic. All the more sweet for it being good-natured.