I'm Cruisin up King William heading into Victoria square. Plodding up to the red light, everyone's trundling in, tickling their brakes ever so gently. Then some fcuktard in a scooter comes bombin up along side me and chops me up to get into the bicycle lane. There would have been half a wheel length between his rear light and my front tyre. I stop behind the first car in the line, steam shooting out of my ears. The light goes green and he fires out of his bike lane, all the time looking back at my rapidly fogging up visor. This is war.