So coming down the side of Hurlingham park in London, a quiet residential road with speed humps and width restrictors a large black 4x4 (a Shogun I think) passed me close enough to brush my sleeve with his wing mirror. I shouted and may have uttered several profanities. Catching up to him a hundred yards or so later he slammed on his brakes for no reason (I could see the road ahead of him was clear). This resulted in me riding into the back of his bumper and going over my handlebars. When he then lowered his window I hoped he was about to apologise for not anticipating the consequences of his actions. Instead he let me know that the whole thing was my fault and that a: I should not have been riding in the middle of the lane preventing him from easily overtaking me, and b: that I should not be in such a hurry. Realising I was now bleeding a little he hurriedly apologised and took off.
The silver lining was that subsequently two very concerned ladies pulled over to check if I was alright and needed any help. This instantly made me bite back my tears and pull off a reasonable approximation of the black knight from the Holy Grail.
What really surprised me was that after continuing to ride to work, when someone asked me if I was OK I found myself bursting into tears, weird?
Not sure why I'm sharing this but.......