On Saturday the 9th of December 2017 at around midnight, I was following another black cab down Bainbridge Street westbound in central London. Just as I get to the junction of Dyott Street, which is a one way street going north, a rickshaw with 2 passengers on, flies in between myself and the cab in front the wrong way. It was only my quick automatic reflexes that prevented a huge accident, and possible serious injury or death to the rickshaw rider or the passengers. These things are a menace and do not obey the highway code. This is clear proof. (I have muted my swearing as it was a reaction to the sudden burst of adrenaline that suddenly flowing through my body). To top it off, when I looked at him continuing to cycle away, he stuck his finger up at me. What was playing on the radio at that exact moment is beyond coincedence.