I was offed on my way to work on Thursday by a moton who turned left immediately after overtaking me. Nothing serious, I wasn't hurt and as usual the driver just carried on without stopping. So in a fit of pique I chased them down right in to the car park of their office. Pulling up along side the car in question I saw it was a woman driver and prepared for a right royal rant at her. And then stopped, thought better of it, fished around in my jersey pocket for my wallet, smiled and said, would you like to see a picture of my baby boy? I only ask as when you tried to kill me earlier I realised that due to your thoughtless driving he would never really know me! I see you have two baby seats in the back of your car so you must have children who must love you and who would miss you terribly if something happened to you! And then...tears..gushing floods of tears. Boundless apologies and pledges to be more aware of cyclists. This is the first time I haven't lost my rag and whilst I'm not proud of making the woman cry (I was mortified to be honest) the message may have got home this time.