i had my first bit of road rage in a while. this guy in a BMW buzzed by me on dundas, had to be going at least 60km/hr so close i could feel the slipsteam from the side of his car. i sprinted to catch him at a red light and banged on his window to tell him to slow down, watch where he was going, etc. he just sort of stared at me blankly and said sorry, sorry, "lets tell this guy what he wants to hear so i can be on my way" and so on. like i was speaking to a nodding statue. i didn't feel as if i could convince him how scared he just made me for his life. didn't have time to come up with a priceless reaction like TJ's snowball in the window. maybe next time...
i should have written down his license #. didn't someone say you could file a dangerous driving with the cops? zippered was that you? i can't remember.