Encounter with a master of the witty put-down

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Oh how I wish I could spring for a camera! Approaching this roundabout this morning, travelling East-to-West, I heard Larry-the-last-of-the-late-brakers coming alongside me at the give-way lines, glanced right and saw blue Mondeo man with his suit jacket hanging in the back, his natty waistcoat on and hit 'phone handsfree earpiece in, and he'd left me three feet so I wasn't too concerned.
However, as soon as he crossed the lines, he started to pull to the left and crowd me out, so I shouted a "too close" to draw his attention to the fact. He slowed, peering out of his window at me so I repeated my warning, so this erudite master of the English tongue raised the middle finger of his left hand and, quite audibly through the closed window, instructed me to go forth and multiply
Repeated entreaties to pull over so we could discuss this were met with the retreating boot of his car, so I copuldn't even further my education in the witty ways of the Anglo Saxon out downs he no doubt uses on a daily basis. Maybe he's egg bound?

 

[Globalti]

I expect he was embarrassed to be seen driving the BMW garage's Mondeo courtesy car.

 

[DrSquirrel]

He told you to F off... I don't get the point of this? :/

 

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Sorry, I was merely trying to be sarcastically funny after an early-morning encounter with a Mondeo-driving twerp who'd obviously got out of bed on the wrong side this morning and vented some of his spleen on me in basic Anglo-Saxon, rather than trying to engage me in reasoned conversation.

 

[Jezston]

I gave a come back the other day which I'm not sure was super effective.

Coming from the road heading north to the roundabout and turning right:
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&s...2.932325,-1.201555&spn=0.004663,0.007435&z=17
There is a very generous cycle path either side of this road, but it was late and the road was quiet, and there isn't a safe way to come off the road and on to it from my direction. Some boy racer type in a blacked out windowed Clio passes me too close turning on to the road to the east and I shake my head as he passes. He then slows down clearly wanting to have a word.

Him "There's a cycle path over there! Why don't you use it!"

Me "There's a motorway over there (points north towards the A52) why don't you use that?"

He drives off.

Only bit that spoils that story is me recounting it to a friendly neighbour of mine who when I reached the "cycle path over there! Why don't you use it!" immediately interjected "too right!", despite me already mentioning the difficulty of getting on to it and the emptiness of the road. And I thought he was one of the good guys

 

[John the Monkey]

Jezston, you live in Britain - they don't want you safe, THEY WANT YOU OUT OF THE WAY.