Aah yes, it would be because almost every time I take it some muppet comes flying off the A3 and we both have to screech to a halt, as they look open-mouthed in dumb wonder at the cyclst who dares to get in the way. Last night - it was quiet so I took the RAB instead of my usual diversion, and ended up doing some very precarious braking in the wet, whilst cornering. A black mpv came zooming off the A3 and only noticed me at the last second. I was already on the brakes, feathering a rear wheel skid and praying to all sorts of deities that I wouldn't lose the front. Mrs Moron sees me, panics and instead of putting her foot down and getting out of the way, slams on the anchors and watches as I stop about an inch from her door.