Out on my nightly spin through town, I was having great fun, loving the climbing and the wonderfully polite drivers. Once I had climbed as high as I could, my loop brings me back down a long hill with a set of lights half way, another long descent then speedbumps and much more hectic town centre. Down the hill, right into the speedbump section 55km/h is an easy and safe speed thanks to no side roads and no parked cars. I reached the tailback of the first set of lights and filtered on the right, quite fast, slowing as I approached the head of the queue. I noticed that the lead car was a chavved up Renault Clio, complete with gaping exhaust and dripping with plastic bodykit, not to mention a spoiler As I was considering the merit of cutting in front of the chavmobile (having had a horrible incident when a chavmobiles occupants tried to push me off my bike the last time I filtered past one). Anyway, the lights changed and I hammered it, seeing that I was going at a fair lick anyway. I overtook them, easily and perfectly safely but my heart sank when I heard their engine fart its way right up to the redline. They were soon tailgating me with about 30cm between their bumper and my rear wheel, at 55km/h I was desperately wondering how to escape without getting pushed off or worse, and decided that my best policy was just to light the afterburners and shake them off in the heavy town traffic a little bit further ahead, taking cover in the pedestrian zone if needed. I hit the first speedbump at full whack, and heard a very loud bang and scrape then a squeel of tyres. When my brain caught up that I wasn't dead, and was in fact still hurtling along I braked a bit and looked over my shoulder to see the chavmobile minus all the front bodykit and with its offside wheel at a very wrong angle, halfway up the curb. I stopped intending to call the police, but there was no need as 2 coppers were already running to the scene. I went back, gave my statement, went to the police station and filed the dangerous driving complaint. I hope that something decent happens as a result of this. I was chased for no reason other than chavs are violent, thuggish brutes so frustrated with their sh*tty lives that they feel they must physically impose themselves on the rest of society in a desperate attempt to prove their superiority, achieving nothing but contempt and distrust.