Interesting comments all.
When I drive my wife's car, I encounter all sorts of azzhattery on the roads and highways. The list is long. Still, I have never felt even remotely motivated to chase someone down, yell, blow a horn, wave a gun, or even let them ruin more than five minutes of my day.
So I guess it is somewhat inconceivable that someone would actually chase me down and try to "teach me a lesson" for two solid miles in their car while I ride my bike. Bizarre. It's the same as if some of you were to roll through a stop sign in a car and be followed, run off the road, yelled at, and tormented for ten miles by someone in an 18 wheeler. I guess that happens too, but there must be worms in a person's head instead of brains to do such a thing.
No doubt this person spent the afternoon on a bar stool smelling the perfume of skanky exotic dancers and was headed home to give his wife and kids a good thrashing because he lost the rest of his pay in a video poker machine. We just happened to intercept him. I only hope we didn't make it worse on his family.