Not quite not... I confess to a pecadillo (and no, that's not a cross between a peccary and an armadillo). It was one of my not-too-frequent incidents of Bike Rage.

A motoring couple in a white car gave me a lot of grief--I don't remember the details now--and forced me off the road, in short. I threw my bike down in exasperation, then picked it up again and brandished it at the car as it drove past me, shouting, "I wish I could throw this throw your window!"

I don't know that it even made me feel any better, but the two primates in the car looked genuinely alarmed.