My brakes are slightly better than I thought.

Leaving work later is a bit of a bonus sometimes. The roads are a generally much clearer. Tonight, the run on the eastbound Mile End Road from the Burdett Road junction was more or less devoid of traffic. Third gear all the way - wow, this is lovely. Under the Ferodo bridge, change lanes in anticipation of the flyover and WHOAH! Jump on both brakes, coming to a halt in front of the dolt in the mid-market white saloon who had clearly seen me, but decided to try and cut across into the filling station anyway. I shouted at him so loudly my throat still hurts. He didn't care.