Chilly but no ice.
Coming through Knutsford a driver, totally oblivious, pulls out of a side road into my path - luckily I had scrubbed a bit of speed off as the lights further ahead were on red, but I still had to emergency brake to avoid hitting him. I can only assume he thought I was slowing to let him out, or more likely, he simply didn't see me. He at least waved his hand by way of an apology when I shouted.
Minding my own business in the Ashley area when a driver attempts an overtake on a bend, I look back and he aborts as traffic is coming the other way. Tail-gates for a bit then passes - reasonably close but not scarily so. I gently shake my head. He then slows...presumably thinks about stopping, but decides against it because it's a rural road and it's another stupid idea. Half a mile later I see he has pulled in on a straight stretch, opening his boot and reaching for something. My spidey senses are now tingling, but I decide not to stop and cycle towards him, watching closely what he does (there are cars behind me) - he then proceeds to pull out a white hard-hat, waves it at me and says "you need this helmet - do I want it". I tell him where to go. I then pull in at the next junction as I don't want him behind me and he passes without incident.
Funny thing is, he wasn't a knuckle dragging ruffian, but was well spoken with long collar length hair. If I didn't know better I'd take him for a wanna-be guitarist in a shoe gazing type band. In reality he was more likely a surveyor with a floppy haircut.
First two incidents of 2017 - things had been going so well!