Whatever method of transport I'm using I like it to be as fast as possible and I hate doing something slower than I could eg, why walk when I could run instead, but then cycling is faster than running and let's ride as fast as I can, but I'm on a road so why not get in the car and so on. However, if I'm walking up the side of Great Gable the fastest I can go is a head down trudge on my own 2 feet cause my body can't power me any faster.
I only own MTBs so generally just ride on the roads to link up bits of offroad, but when I am on the road I'll go at the fastest pace I can maintain and am painfully aware of other road users.
I never do anything on the road to put myself in the way of harm, but even doing that I still have more near death experiences on the road on my bike than doing anything else. A few months ago I had to drop my car off for an MoT and decided to ride the last few miles into work. Unfortunately this takes me through a place called Harehills in Leeds in which all laws and rules of the road cease to exist, I hate driving through it never mind riding.
I was almost through it and congratulating myself on a successful negotiation with just one tricky bit left to do. Coming up to a set of lights the road curves to the right with a spur carrying on straight ahead, I know this is a dangerous section for a cyclist and for the 50m heading up to it I spent most of time riding looking back over my shoulder. Having got halfway across and convinced myself I wasn't going to be mown down I looked ahead and about 3 seconds later heard the dreaded screeching of rubber on tarmac and saw a shape appear in my peripheral vision before being collected on my rear quarter. Managed a bit of oversteer before coming to a halt in front of a Metro.
To cut the rest of the story/altercation short it was clear he didn't understand the layout of the road and probably hadn't seen me (though the helpful chap in the car behind him had and backed me up). Not only that it was my fault for being a stupid pillock apparently.
In that instance, short of stopping at the side of the road before the turn and crossing it like a pedestrian there was little more I could have done to safeguard myself and I still nearly got wiped out. And yes I was ready to stick one on him as I only have one life, a point I somehow managed to make to him without violence which he seemed to accept in the end