I don't know if it's a hang over from my motorbike days but this is the bit of behaviour that makes me crossest. I can cope with a driver doing just about any stupid unthinking thing, providing they give some kind of acknowledgement afterwards, even the "wot, I did nuffin', pay some road tax" brigade annoy me less than the stare forwards as if nothing happened, just think of that nice glass of Merlot waiting at home bastards. I'm more controlled now. But when I wasn't I would happily catch up at the next lights (again pretty much a cert on a motorbike. Particularly if it's more important to you than the direction you were intending to go or, you know, anything) bang on their window and ask "can you see me now? Can you see me now?") they would then tend to finally acknowledge my existence, or I wouldn't shut up generally., and I'd probably give them a simple "look next time" and ride off.
But I don't do that anymore, I don't even kick cars now, I'm all reformed.
I'd prefer it if the person who left hooked me (I just rode out the front of it, buckled wheel, smashed pedal swollen knee) was scared in to driving off rather than the idea that they were so busy playing Angry Birds on their iPhone that they had no clue they'd smeared me around their front bumper while I was minding my own business on a segregated cycle lane.