A blind git in a 4x4 pulled out in front of me this morning, I braked hard, evaded, no big worries.
Then I pulled up beside him at the lights and SLAMMED my fist several times on the side of the canopy, it made the hugest noise, and the bloke just about jumped out of his skin.
"Did you even look before you pulled out?!" I demanded.
"I looked twice." he said in defence.
"Then you must be fucking blind!!" I told him.
"Fuck you, and if you hit my car one more time I'll hit you" he said.
"Cock!" said I, and BOOM BOOM, two more mega hits on his door. No damage, just a big noise.
By this time the lights had turned green, people behind us waiting.
I could see him boiling furious, he undid his seatbelt and made as if to open the door and get out.
He said "You fucking homo, you want a bash?!"
I laughed a little insane giggle that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside: "Bring it on, motherfucker." I said gleefully, and put my sidestand down.
He saw I was ready to get it on, that I was giggling and possibly a little crazed, and he decided to stay inside the 4x4. He swore a few more times and took off.
For the rest of the morning I've felt great, energised, peppy, very very good.
I'm still hyper, I think I'll have a beer for lunch to calm down.
Confrontation is fun.
I think this confirms I'm a bastard.
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original quote from 98tls - Who gives a shite about Kw when you can all arrive in Fox at the same time sit and have a coffee and thank fuck for motorcycles..whatever the wording on the gas tank.
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Cheers John. 
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