My commute yesterday was interesting.
Coming down a hill in on an inner city residential street and a guy in a Volvo station wagon pulls out of his parking spot not far in front of me. I'm not easy to miss, I was wearing a hivis shirt and riding in the center of the lane, the guy just hadn't looked.

Anyway, I chased him down the hill and met him at a set of lights. I pulled up alongside his door and he opened it and got out...... he was on the phone and going to check something in the back of the car.

I yelled at him "You're meant to f***ing give way when you pull out of a parking spot!" and he just gave me a dismissive hand gesture, apologised for the noise to whoever he was talking to, and walked to the back of the car.

I was so mad, I was tempted to jump off the bike and smack him in the mouth. Then I realised that I could easily grab his keys from the ignition and throw them onto the very busy street we were stopped for

Thankfully I took a deep breath, realised it just wasn't worth the aggro, yelled at him again "You are a f***ing tool!" and rode to the front of the lights. I did the constructive thing and found a bunch of hills on the way home and took it out on them.