Thinking about it my favourite shout out of all time was from a fat woman in a Vectra in Crawley, near Maidenbower, right arm out of window, gesticulating with tab in hand bellowing "Why weren't we told? Did you tell the council?" at me whilst I was waymarking a roundabout for the CTC Ride to Pride last year. Possibly we had delayed her by 30 seconds or so. I smiled and shrugged and waved in a friendly non-threatening way and she told me to "eff off, you anchor!" or some such, at which point I creased up laughing and she went purple and sped off whilst I explained myself to Dellzeqq.
Now I'm not a hardcore 365 cyclist by any means, in winter I drive, and trust me car drivers shout just as much as each other over perceived infringements of their rights as they do at cyclists. Try driving at 30 mph in a 30 zone and then have a ranting driver pull alongside you at the lights.
Just after Christmas I was nearly taken out whilst in my tiny car by a, as it happens 4WD, which RLJ'd at a set of lights. He basically jumped his straight on' filter by mistake when the light for the lane next to him 'right turn only' changed. His horn blasting he followed me bumper to bumper flash headlight and leaning and fliiping the bird out of the window. He then roared past me, cut in front and slammed the anchors on. I stopped didn't have a lot of choice. Out he jumped slamming his door so hard his Mitsubishi rocked. I locked my door. He rocked my car pummelled the roof with his fists and kicked the wing and then gobbed on the windscreen. All from his mistake.
A small voice cried 'enough' I unlocked the door and unfolded my not inconsiderable bulk from my tiny Cinquecento. 6 2 & 15 stone squared up this numpty shaking with adrenaline and tbh fear and the little pissant legged it.