I had an incident happen earlier this year. Drizzling, wet roads, steep descent, I'll on new carbon wheels fire the first time so I'm being cautious. Still doing at least the 25 speed limit in a residential area. I hear shouting from a trailing car, "Get off the road! Ride on the side walk m f'r !" We reach the bottom of the hill at a stop light. It three young boys and a girl. Obviously it is the driver's parent's car. I haven't even recognized any of this as I'm knocking on the window inviting the driver out of the car. Windows are up, and he's having none of it. Amusement turns to fear as they begin to realize how big I am in comparison to them and how passed I am. I invite the driver out again, and this is where I start to become amused in the story. The driver looks at me and says, "It wasn't me," turns to a back seat passenger, points and says, "it was him!" The passenger's expression has now turned to abject terror and he is shaking his head vigorously in response to my invitation to get out of the car. My buddy has gone to the rear of the car and is pretending to write down the license plate number. I join him and we pretend to write down more notes. The driver seeing this runs the red light and takes off.

While this in retrospect turned out fine, it was stupid. It could have been a group of larger people, they could have been armed... At the end of the day they are in a 2,000 lb weapon. There were many thinga that could have happened and only a slim few that were good outcomes for me. Take down the plate number, report it and move on.