Three clicks is in no way enough. On my bicycle I’ve been dangerously T-boned by three-clickers who swerved into my path.

For drivers, of course, the most monstrous psychos of selfishness are those who wait in a lane that can be either a turn or straight ahead, not signaling so it appears they’re going straight, then when the light changes, turn on their indicator, leaving the drivers queued behind them weeping with rage.

I was driving a few days after changing cars, some years ago, and signaled left when I was going right. When my passenger told me I explained that the indicator stick was on the opposite side of the wheel and I couldn’t remember which way it went. “It always goes the same direction as you’re going to turn the driving wheel,” he said. Eureka!