Today someone yelled at me to get off the f-in road as I was turning. I made a long turn back onto the road they were headed and went into a hard sprint maxing out around 35 mph. I caught up to them at a large backup behind a four way stop. Now, I am not a huge guy, but I am tall in the saddle and have a much larger torso then the typical biker, so on a bike I am relatively intimidating. The car contained two scrawny high schoolers. I informed them that I would break their fu*king necks if they yelled at me again and rode away. They probably did not expect the person on the bike to be a hot-blooded 20 yr old... HAHA on them. It felt good.