I was looking at my iPod, he was coming round the inside of the corner quite fast; the next thing we knew we were inches apart. Nasty. We’ve all been in the situation; horns sounding, expletives muttered or yelled, depending upon our upbringing, potential insurance claims, lawsuits, summonses, whiplash injuries, post-traumatic stress disorder…

As it was, we stopped abruptly, I fell off my saddle, we both grinned, said ‘Sorry’ and rode off. If the worst had happened, and we’d collided, the worst that we could have come away with would have been a couple of bent mudguards.

There could be such a thing as cycle track rage, but it’s hard to imagine.