Well it had to happen really. I was filtering down Qeensferry Road when the car on the inside, oblivious, pulled over by six inches. I had a problem. He was going to have to stop, I could see that and I was moving at almost the same speed as the outside lane. If I stopped I would be at risk of anyone behind me who was not being careful.
So I slowed a bit and made sure I was as far away from him, without hitting the outside car, as I could.
He duly stopped. But just before he stopped he pulled his car another six inches over to the white line. Effectively pinching me in the middle of the traffic.
I had no choice, I hit his mirror with mine. Light touch really at about 15mph. My mirror casing is held on by spring clips, is 15 years old and falls off at a touch. His car is new and the flimsy plastic cover on the outside of his mirror pinged off. Glass untouched, but the plastic cover, made of unobtanium and probably costs £50 pinged right off.
I stopped and at the, quite literal, ranting of the driver realised that I'd have to pull over before he called the police and I was arrested for leaving the scene of an accident. He pulled to the curb and I pulled in front.
He was ranting about "weaving through the traffic" and he was within the lines so anything he did was safe.
I'm sure WM will recognise the sentiment of this article by Sgt Mick Cheeseman of the Met.
The guy demanded to take a picture of my number plate. No issue. wanted my name. No issue. My insurance company. No issue. Got a bit disgruntled when I told him he didn't know the road law, was oblivious to other road users and was not in control of his vehicle so my insurance certainly wouldn't pay.
The reality? I had been doing 20mph - 25mph down a 40mph road with traffic ranging from 10mph - 20mph. The reason I heard him ranting? I stopped 2 feet past his wing mirror and I was half way down his car when he pulled over on me. When I pinged his mirror cover off, it landed "in front" of the bike. How do I know this? Well, because when I realised that he was going off his trolley, I pulled forward and to the side of the road and the two horrible crunching noises were my bike tyres totally destroying the brittle piece of unobtanium plastic.
Had he been even half way reasonable I'd have put the bike on it's stand, braved the moving traffic, picked up his cover (I saw it hit the road in front of me) and given it back to him intact.
I'm sure that there are may varied opinions on this here. But my view on this is that he is a death or maiming of a cyclist or motorcyclist waiting to happen. The cycles come down the middle there at 30mph, sometimes I can't follow them.
Will it stop me filtering? No, not really. Will it make me more careful? Perhaps, sometimes I'm a little aggressive but not as aggressive as I see every day. But in terms of being careful I am never beyond my ability to recover. The bike weighs 500lbs and makes a very good defence against manic drivers.