Real simple this one. One-way street, two lanes, with painted markings. Left lane goes left, right lane goes right. With me so far?

Left lane then splits into two, both going left, which is the main flow of traffic. This was too much for the Betta Cars cab driver to contemplate. He drives past 100yds of queuing traffic in the left hand lane and cuts in where the lane splits.  When I say “cuts in”, what I mean is he tries to force the silver Mondeo over to the furthest left lane, but he wants to stay in the middle lane for when it splits again soon after. Not wanting to get involved in this kind of puerile shenanigans, I drop back so the cab driver can too (very big of him) and he slot in neatly between me and the silver Mondeo.

This is just straightforward low IQ driving, and in itself does not warrant a posting. I wasn’t going to bother until I had the unfortunate pleasure of going the same way as him down Oundle Road (this is after the next split in the road) where he runs a red light. And yes I do mean, runs a red light on a pedestrian crossing, no “amber gambler” here. The lady who had stepped onto the crossing had to make a hasty retreat, and waited for me to have stopped, and raised my hand to indicate that I had seen her before she’d step back onto the crossing. Poor old dear could have done without that on a Tuesday evening.

 

So why is it mini cab drivers get a bad name again?