I stopped giving motorists the finger when one of them tried to run me over once I'd flipped him the bird. It was just me and him along Bloor near St.George, it was a dead Sunday afternoon and it was way before cell phones, like in 1993 or so, so I had no way out except to stop and hope that he would calm down. I guess he realized just what the hell he was doing, attempting to kill someone with his car, so he split pretty quick but it was a damned close call.

The concept of sharing the road didn't even exist back then, we have come along way, believe it or not, hehhe.