I was a Sr. in high school riding home at about 12:30 AM on a Friday night (OK, Saturday morning) after working the swing shift at a grocery store. I was about half way thorugh a 10 mile commute in a not so great part of Los Angeles. A van pulls along side and the next thing I know I am hit in the head with one of those gigantic coca cola cups from 7-11 - 32 ounces or something. I'm soaked with sugary coke and I get tunnel vision (literally) I'm so mad. I stand up on the pedals and chase after the van. The van screams off and makes the first right turn ahead which happened to be a cul-de-sac. The van was making a lefthand U turn at the end of the cul-de-sac when I caught him. I pulled up to the driver's window, reached in and pulled the driver halfway out of the window while I was still clipped in on my bike and the van was still moving! The passenger next to him had to jump over and step on the brake to stop the van. I shook him around and yelled some completely unintelligible gibberish then pushed him back in the van. As I was doing this I noticed about 5 or 6 little high schoolers like myself cowering in the back of the van. It took about an hour or so after getting home for me to settle down and only then did I really undersand how stupid I had been. I was a 5' 10" 145 lb wimp and if ANYONE else had been in that van I would have been toast! It did give me a better idea of how someone could truthfully claim temporary insanity after they've killed someone.