Lucky you! Sometimes, I feel so frustrated that I want to chase down the jerk and damage them. Then, I remember that I'm on less than 30 pounds of metal and I'm exposed to the cosmos to receive injury. Then, I ride assertively to burn off the nervous energy.

I think that the police are useless in a situation like yours. They'll do nothing more than take a report, maybe.

I keep a second bottle on my bike filled with stale chocolate milk. I use it for spraying at annoying people.

But in all seriousness, you'll get used to it. Hindsight is 20/20, but you've gotta stay VERY aware of what's going on around you and keep your mind open to check if you're irritating someone. I've been in the same situation as you more than once, and I've learned that as soon as someone in front of you is honking to pull the brake a little bit. It's become natural to me. Just like when you see brake lights you press the brake in your car.

Glad you're ok. Stay on the bike until you cool off.

No worries. That's about all I get out too....well, by the time the "you useless piece of s**t" comes out, he's out of earshot so it's just sort of a mumble anyway.

I've been fortunate to not have any deliberate encounters. Only people who I believe simply aren't paying full attention. Fortunately I was.

Ride safe and don't let them shake you.

I keep a heavy free weight at my desk just for those sort of occasions, or whenever I get angry. It does help calm you down, and throwing the weight up is obviously going to help in other ways.

Don't have a free weight? Drop down and do push ups until you absolutely can't anymore. When you're physically exhausted you aren't thinking about anything else...at least, I'm not.

Still on the bike and not at the office to do push ups? Sprint as hard as you can for as long as you can.

Basically, exhaust yourself beyond where you'd normally break off. Anything to work off the extra testosterone your body is producing after getting angry. At least, those work for me.

Yes, we live in the South. I regularly meet with the insensitive and idiotic un-niceties of the red neck public. I regularly have disparaging remarks made at and about my person. Occasionally I have a truly aggressive and noteworthy near disaster happen because of the undiagnosed derangement of a pickup truck on an evil mission. I have several fantasies about what might happen. One is where the offending vehicle and driver find themselves broken down on the side of the rode about a half mile ahead, or stuck in traffic. I smile at them, take photos of them and their car and call the police and my cycling friendly lawyer. It might be fun! The other actual idea is probably going to happen some day. I am going to buy a video camera made to fit on my helmet or handlbars and as I am approached and the event takes place they will have no idea that they might just be on the local news. If all else fails I will write a book or an article and evicerate them in fiction. I have been thinking about this way too much . . .

Interesting...I rarely have problems with "rednecks" here in TX. When I do, the extent of it is them gunning their massive F350 "King Ranch" model with twelve-inch lifters (that they bought for city driving) past me so as to make the most noise possible to show me their displeasure.

No, I have found that the Navigator/Expedition/"insert name of massive inefficient SUV here" crowd to be the worst offenders, followed by the luxury car crowd (BMW/Mercedes/Lexus). If I see expensive rims (pronounced "ree-yums") on an SUV, I bump my alert level up a notch or two, as there is a very good chance that there will be a jackhole behind the wheel.

when you've had as many accidents as i have... one of them being deliberate... its sprint till you can't sprint no more... or if you have minor cuts... keep going... but i find that if you're not loosing blood... then the PD doesn't do jack****...

I yell Beep Beep at them. And then like everyone else I ride and I ride hard.