The ironic thing is that I was doing about 4mph and I was filtering between two lines of stationary traffic approaching a roundabout.
The surface in question was the right wing of some old boys piece of s##t Vauxhall. Not a fan of Vauxhalls at the best of times. Not content that me, the biker, was able to squeeze between the traffic, they decided to hit me with their car as traffic briefly started to move.
Now, I will happily admit that the gap was small and that he may not have seen me, however, I was already in front of him (probably only a few feet), on a bright yellow bike with a shockingly bright hi viz jacket on, so yes, he may not have seen me, or as I fear, he thought 'Oh no you don't, I'm going to teach you a lesson!'
Interestingly, when I stopped and waited for him a few meters further up in the traffic, he pulled up next to me, wound down his window and repeatedly referred to me as 'A F##king Maniac! Conversation I fear, would have been tricky. So after listening to his tirade and watching his blood pressure rise, knowing I wasn't injured, I casually rode off leaving him to steam in his own hatred.
Playing Devils Advocate; maybe he's had a really bad day and having been stuck in traffic for the last 20mins his temper and patience were already low. Then, out of nowhere, from his perspective, this biker was either cutting him up, or had actually struck him, rather than the other way round.
It takes two to tango as they say. We were both just trying to get to our destination and this was just the result of a really busy road network, the dark, rush hour and a split second decision.
Or failing that, he was just an a##hole!