Riding along here usually I stick to the centre of the left hand lane and stay behind any cars, as once the lights turn green the traffic moves at a fair pace so there rarely much point trying to filter past. I ride along there at anything between 20 and 30, the lane is narrow and there is a perfectly good second lane if anyone does feel the need to overtake and cut in front of me again as they get to the next set of lights. Anyway, today there was a fair bit of non-moving traffic all in the left hand lane, so I moved into the outer lane, shot up to this set of traffic lights, and went into a gap two cars from the front. In front of a gentleman who evidently does not like cyclists (from this point on I shall refer to him as Mr Tulip).
The lights went green, I stayed in the middle of the lane and kept right behind the car in front until the next set of lights (actually there's a set straight after which turn green at the same time making them somewhat pointless as far as I can tell; if anyone knows what they're there for please let me know - anyway, I don't count them, so I mean the next set). Half way Mr Tulip beeps his horn at me.
We stop at the lights (still one or two cars in front of us) and Mr Tulip gets out of his car and shouts "Will you get your -ing bike out of the middle of the road". Then comes over and pushes me towards the kerb. I look at him somewhat surprised, get about two words out ("But, err..."), vaguely trying to pointing towards the fact that there are cars in front regardless of where I was, he carries on "Get your -ing bike where it should be or I'll -ing run you over".
This goes on for about a minute, he pushes me and bike onto the pavement, keeps shouting at and threatening me (I'm not quite sure what I did as I mostly remained silent, not really getting a chance to get a word in, but after walking a few steps back towards his car he turned round again and shouted "You want to have a go do you?" and started again. Someone else pulls up in the next lane and shouts at him to 'Leave it' or something. The lights then turn green, Mr Tulip then gets back in his car and I get back into the road and cycle off with a bit of a head start, he passes me at some speed in the outer lane a bit further on.
I memorise his number plate and promptly forget it about 30 seconds later in my somewhat shaken state at this point.
The first time I've ever really wished I had a camera strapped to my head.
Anyway, I consoled myself by going and buying a new bike
(in case anyone's interested, Edinburgh Cycles have 15% off most bikes till closing time tomorrow)