I hate Bristol drivers. I don't like many drivers, but Bristol drivers take the biscuit. There I am, sat at traffic lights waiting to turn left, with my two learners behind me. A van approaches from behind. He pauses for a moment, then creeps down the outside and pulls alongside me. He's not indicating either way. I know what's going to happen next. The lights change, I pull away normally, and so does he, and then he turns left across me. As I round the corner there is a car that has just reversed out of his driveway and is blocking the road, so I try to get in front of the van driving twat so that I don't get sandwiched in. He then very nearly side-swipes me as he goes for the pass anyway (making on-coming cars swerve out of his way), floors it to the next traffic light controlled roundabout where the lights are on red, and goes through two sets of lights on red. Sometimes I wish I had missile launchers on my bike... > > >