I was riding into work one night (overnights) and this car behind me started revving his engine and blowing his horn. As I was already on the side of the road with my blinkies going full on I couldn't get any further to the side (to let them pass as I normally would). Well, this car with plenty of room to get by basically tried to run me into a parked car on the side. They yelled something as they passed and I yelled back (probably some explicitive). They stopped the car and three guys got out. One was about 6 feet 180 or so (the driver) the other was 5'5" and 145 (passenger who yelled something) and the other was in the back seat 5'8" 165 (the peace maker).

The little one was the guy trying to start something and I could tell the driver was reluctant to fight. I don't think they realized that I'm 5'9" 240, and built like a linebacker otherwise I think they would have kept going. Well the little kept saying he was going knock me out or something, and with three of them their the odds were on their side. Luckily the guy in the back seat was apologizing and calling the other two stupid and just wanted to leave. The driver and I actually made peace and shook hands. (I was reluctant to fight with three of them and sizing up the situation for weapons, escape routes, who to take first if need be).

I'm pretty sure they won't mess with cyclists again and I won't be so quick to blow my top until I see how many are in the car first