Not strictly a commuting incident this, but there I was enjoying a gentle, sunlit lunchtime ride into the next village (that is on my normal commute) to pick a few things up, and coming back, a moped heading in the opposite direction slows and suddenly, with no indication, turns right, straight at me. I'd probably have gone over if new to cycling or a nervous rider as the twunt missed me by inches. Anyway I carry on for 20 yards or so, a bit shook up, wondering how I managed to stay upright and then I think, hang on a mo, I'm not having that. So I turned round and went after the bastard. Luckily, the vacant dick had turned right (at me) into a residential cul-de-sac (Thomas Christian Way, Bottisham by the way). I soon caught up with the moron who amusingly had tried to hide his grotty machine behind a hedge in his garden! clearly expecting me to go for him. Anyway, I very politely asked him what that was all about and why he felt the need to behave like a complete tool. He looked like a rabbit in headlights, clearly worried that a. he'd led me straight to his front door (genius) and b. I was about to rip his head off. A short 'conversation' later and he started with all the sorrys, SMIDSYs etc. Muppet. I'm hoping that by not going completely ape, or twatting him, (which I won't think twice about next time) he might respect the next cyclist he comes across a bit more- small chance but here's to hoping. I'm no great fan of the human race in general and sometimes wonder if I'm really part of the same species as there are just so many complete arse*oles about. Amazing how they can ruin a really great ride on a superb day. It's bad enough battling with the motons, so I could do without the aggro from Evil fecking Kneival as well.