Cycling in to town on Saturday morning with my better half, most of the roads were dead quiet. Got to a roundabout, had a bit of traffic on it, and theres an insane cycle lane there. Really nasty, it gives you three options. You can either skirt around the outside of a big, urban roundabout (theres cycle lane goes around the outside of each corner, encouraging inexperienced cyclists to make that mistake), or you can follow a branch of the cycle lane that pops out of the main cycle lane and appears right in front of traffic turning left, its about six feet of cycle lane that suddenly disappears and which is normally underneath a car anyway, or you can ignore the cycle lane completely. You basically have to ignore it completely to survive! Bloke pulled up alongside us at the roundabout, where we weren't in the lane, window wound down and started yelling at us for not being in the lane. Didn't really matter as we were soon gone. Got to Mill Road. Not a nasty road to cycle on if you're patient; bumper to bumper traffic day in, day out. So you claim your road space and sit in it, or get off and push, or risk being far too stressed out by trying to squeeze by on the kerb. If a gap in traffic appears then don't get too excited, it just means you'll hit more traffic shortly. Anyway, we were pulling off Mill Road near the City end, to find somewhere to lock. At more or less the same point she indicated left (she was in front) meaning to turn off and cross the road on foot, and I indicated right. A bus on the other side of the road could have stopped to let me cross in front of him, but instead he chose to close the car length in front of him to catch up with the rest of the traffic, ensuring I couldn't cross. Car behind me sees the gap in front of me, sounds his horn. I'm in a narrow lane, indicating right, have nowhere to go. Winds his window down, yells abuse. I looked at him, listened, he sounded his horn again, gave him two fingers and the line about getting his license out of a Christmas cracker, dismounted and wheeled my bike back round in front of the bus. On the way home, both of us in primary, a car came alongside (so straddling the other side of the road by quite a way) with the window open and we got a stream of abuse from a passenger about being too far out from the kerb. Other than that I thoroughly enjoyed our little shopping trip. Can you believe that some people seem to be so angry all the time? Whats the point of it?