Riding home on my first big bike a few years back, the weather was awful, really pouring with rain. Some guy pulls out of a side road right into my path. I locked up and went sideways, shit, even the front end was locked up.
Anyway, I passed him slowly and gave him a wanker sign. 10 miles later he appears alongside me as I'm about to exit the A5 at Milton Keynes. His window is down and he's whipped himself up into what can only be compared to some kind of rabid rage of Cujo standards! He's screaming at me for calling him a wanker and saying he's going to kill me (amongst other things). I know he was wound up because we were doing 70mph and I could hear him clear as day through my crash helmet!!
So I took my exit and waited for him at the roundabout. The dickhead only stopped right next to me! So I used the full force of my left leg powered by the weight of a 150kg bike to completely fuck his drivers door up in one kick...........then wound the throttle to the stop and dumped the clutch.
He never caught me! Although I can't believe he'd have stood a chance anyway, leathers and armour are designed to go tumbling down the road at ludicrous speeds, leaving the rider with as little damage as possible, quite what he thought he could do on his own is a mystery!
One headbutt from a guy wearing a crash helmet and it's all over!!
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