Yes, yes, I know, another whinging thread about mad cagers, but I found this one quite puzzling.
On my way to work going up Manukau Rd (I think Pah Rd, actually, not quite sure where one starts and the other ends), and I pull up to the lights. Rush hour, so there's already about 5 cars deep in each lane. I zip up to the head of the lights like normal.
I get a bit of a fright (jump in the seat) when once I get to the front, a bloke in a black 4x4 (Toyota Kruger, or Toyota something perhaps?) starts tooting the horn like crazy. He's a couple of cars back. Check the lights -- yep, they're green, what's going on? I just ignore him.
Lights go green, I take off. I'm probably doing just under 60kph (yes, I know, naughty, it's a 50kph zone, but all the traffic does that so I don't feel too evil), when screaming up behind me comes Mr 4x4. How'd he get there? Remember he was at least two cars back at the lights. I'm sitting near the middle of the lane in order to avoid some creases and tar snakes, and Mr 4x4 sees fit to sit maybe a metre behind me, flashing his lights, tooting his horn again. I indicate left and let him past -- nup, not having a ball of that, he sits level with me, pushing me more and more left until I'm centimetres away from the gutter. He keeps doing this until after very nearly colliding with a vehicle about to turn right on the opposite side of the road, he pins it and zooms past. Would've been doing 80kph, I would say. As he goes past I can hear him swearing and he pops the finger out the window.
Didn't catch the number plate (would've enjoyed phoning the police, it took a while for my heart to start again after nearly being pushed off the road), but on the back of the 4x4 was written `Lloyd's Electrical', or similar. So probably a company car, I suppose.
Now I'm no stranger to mental cagers, especially ones in company cars, but this was peculiar. Often, cager madness is a case of criminal neglect, rather than maliciousness. When it is malicious, it's because you've done something to piss them off -- drag the boy racer off from the lights, making him look shit in front of his girlfriend, for example; or perhaps failing to notice the traffic light has been green for some time. This doesn't seem to fall into either category.
Rush hour insanity? The man who ran away with his wife owned a CB250RS too?
Your theories please.
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Originally Posted by xerxesdaphat
Sometimes its just better to just ride away from the situation rather than pursuing it as you did and then wonder about it later! Never know, he may be a pretty reasonable person most days and something just made him snap his wick (and then again, he may just be a prick!)
and enjoying the twisties ... and posting up stuff in KB ... and ... and ... I wish I was riding my bike now 
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