Of course, if someone does something particularly stupid or dangerous, I’ll let ‘em know – loudly and clearly. But it’s a funny thing – no one every politely thanks me for pointing out the error of their ways, for some reason they prefer to invite me to go fuck myself.

Anyway (not wanting to sound too cowardly) I usually have a good clear escape route before getting all shouty and abusive. It only takes a moment for someone hyped by their own road rage to do something we’ll both regret, so being somewhere else when they do means that at least I won’t regret it.

Yeah, nice one Nick – can I borrow that line?

That being said, I’ve never been confronted by a driver, and truthfully, I’d be more likely to ride away, heart pounding, than get into a struggle.

Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.

Calms me right down. Bike = knife, car = gun. Odds are too steep for me, thanks. I’ll take my ego somewhere else to prove my mettle, rather than smear it on the pavement.

The motorists on my route don’t really worry me as much as some of the shady people along the river trail. I always carry pepper spray on one of my rear pockets, just in case.