Well, long before the era of dashcams, helmet cams or handlebar cams (or whatever cams), I was cycling home from Holsworthy to Bude one afternoon and had just reached Holsworthy golf course when the no 9 bus overtook me so close that I had to tuck my elbows in, ride in the gutter and shut my eyes praying for deliverance until he'd passed. I'd clearly been invisible to him despite my hi-viz Sam Browne belt. My shaking at this near-death encounter turned to rage and I rang the police when I got home, thinking that the bus driver could easily be identified (there were only four buses a day).

Nothing happened for weeks, then one night as I was putting the cat out (it was 11.45 pm!) a police patrol car pulled into our drive. Oh my God, who's dead, have they finally twigged which four-year-old shoplifted that licorice Penny Arrow in 1955...

"Er, everything OK, Chief Inspector...?"

"Yes, I just happened to be passing at the end of me shift so I thought I'd report back on your complaint about the bus driver...." (We are over half a mile down farm lanes from tge

The police had contacted the bus company, who had tracked down the driver and questioned him. He'd said that he had no recollection of the incident and didn't remember seeing a cyclist (!) Unfortunately, as there'd been no witnesses the police were unable to take the matter further.

I was very impressed with the police's response - but a cop car pulling into your drive at quarter to midnight!!

(I made up the Penny Arrow bit, by the way...)