On the way in today, 85% of the way to work, I was thinking about this thread, and how maybe I'd exaggerated saying never once had I made it 2.5 miles to work without someone going to close because, God bless 'em, the drivers on my route had been very courteous. I mean, a few did that creeping out of a side road as you approach thing that they don't do to other cars, but no-one actually pulled out on me, and all gave me enough room. Only just, sometimes, but enough.
Then I had a junction to negotiate where you turn right off a large road to a smaller road, which immediately curves left. I was front of the line to turn right, and there was a car following. As soon as we were on the smaller road it tried to pass on the curve, got halfway, saw the Transit coming the other way that the driver could not have seen earlier because the curve makes overtaking blind, and so he cut across me leaving no more than a few inches between the back of his car and my handlebars.
So yeah. Well done impatient bloke in the Toyota. I'm glad you got to the gym car park 400 metres away a millisecond sooner. Don't you worry about me.