Man I have so many idiot stories I could fill a book, the funny part it was me being an idiot on my bike, now a days when somebody pisses me off usually I just swear or try to put that extra bit of adrenalin to use by pedalling that much harder; using the fight or flight mechanism for flight instead of fight. One time I was riding in a residential area and some teenagers pulled up beside my and started flicking their lit cigarettes at me. I knew this area very well. I saw where they turned down a side street, an area that is a suburban maze, but one can only get to the main road by one way. So decided to wait, being a hot head and all, and if they did not come back out in about 10 minutes I would go look for then and destroy the vehicle as best I could. Lo and behold, the mini van full of teens comes out, gets to a stop sign that has a few vehicles in front of it, so I know I have time to do whatever I want. I ride up to the passenger side of the van, determined to pummel whoever I get my hands on first, and then I punch the passenger side window as hard as I can, of course being the idiot that I am, my fist just glances off the window. Man did that ever freak them out. They continued to advance to the stop sign, and at this time they are a few feet ahead of me. Stupid me, pulls out a can of beer that I was carrying, and I throw it as hard as I can, it glances of the mini van hitting a car going in the other direction and then bounces into the intersection, foaming the whole way. Now being twice as stupid I throw my last can of beer, and it just smashes into the van and explodes. They get through the stop sign and take off like a bat out of hell. Well I figured that in the part of town that I am in now there can only be 2 directions that you could go, towards Vanier down the parkway, in which case I would never seen them again, or they were heading downtown to check out the town, in which case they would get caught in all the traffic and red lights, so I would see them again if they went downtown. Downtown I go. About 20 minutes later what do I spot a few cars ahead at a red light, the van full of teenagers that like flicking lit cigarettes at cyclists. The see me to, so they turn right, and head towards the queensway. Oh well you can’t get them all.

I am glad that I think I have grown up somewhat, there is no way now that I would waste 2 beers on a carload of idiots.