Yes, I confess: it wer me!
I'd planned to get you back for the other day when you saw me approaching a main road and raced up to the junction before I could pull out, then backpedalled across: blocking me in untill the traffic had caught up with you.
Then when I eventually got out at another gap in the traffic, passed you, and indicated left to turn off at the next junction: you raced up inside me and blocked me from turning.
Annoyed me almost as much as that time when you activated a pelican crossing, then went straight across before the lights changed, forcing me to stop. And then wait till while they changed to amber as you got off the crossing, red, and flashing amber again. Only to catch you up round the corner at the toucan crossing, waiting patiently whilst there was no traffic, then activating that as I approached, leaving me standing for twice as long as a disabled or blind person gets to cross a pelican.
And then finally making progress only to find you, personally, swerving off the pavement, and nearly under my wheels.
So I thought I'd get you back for once.
Parked up on that one way street I know you like going the wrong way down, and lay in wait.
But I haven't the same warped and vindictive streak in me as cyclists so I soon got bored and decided to go home.
Checked it was clear, indicated, and pulled out.
Only to spot you, in the distance, spotting me: putting your head down, and racing like a maniac to block me in before I could pull out.
You must have been on the painkillers though: totally misjudged it, or couldn't go as fast as you thought. I pulled out ok, and you nearly piled into the side of me before you finally looked up to see where you were going, and saw that I'd beaten you to it!
I was still laughing the next time you tried to cut me up ! ; - )