I had an encounter with a fcukwit in a silver Rover 45 just after I came out of the feedstop at Crook o' Lune.
He passed me on the blind bend which leads onto the stone bridge over the River, then as there was an oncoming car coming round the blind bend he pulled-in hard - I was perhaps 1 bike length behind him but if I were alongside he would have crushed me against the stone bridge parapet.
This was seriously scary - without false exaggeration, I could easily have been killed.
As he drove away, I didn't give him the finger but smacked my helmet several times to indicate I thought he was a cretin. He responded with some sort of vague obscene guesture from inside the car.
He then had to stop at the T-junction, pulling-up alongside another cyclist who was already stopped at the Give Way line waiting for a gap in the traffic on the main road.
I was hoping I could catch him stopped, but didn't quite get there in time, both he and the cyclist pulled away and he turned left, cutting right across the cyclist, who then shouted and protested.
I pulled straight out onto the main road after him, now making 'w*nker' guestures after him and still catching him as I had a run at him and he was still pulling away.
He screeched to a halt in the middle of the road right in front of me, I managed to swerve down the gap inside of him and whacked his door mirror flat with my hand, but not hard enough to break it.
He accellerated forward again, steered left into the kerb and braked hard to a stop again, started fiddling with his seatbelt and swearing at me.
"Come on then !", I shouted at him, "Come on, let's see how brave you are outside your car ! There's two of us you've upset in 200yds, come on !"
He obviously thought better of confronting the two of us so drove off, going straight on where the route then turned right shortly afterwards.
I didn't see his face, just saw that it was a man with a beergut wearing a red shirt.
I rode with the to the other cyclist for a couple of hundred yards, we agreed that the man was a complete fcukwit and the other cyclist said how funny it was that it was always a fat man...
As far as you can, without eyes in the back of your head, I kept a wary look out for the next mile or two in case he turned round and came after me, knocked me off from behind.
Unfortunately I didn't get his number, or I'd have got the other cyclist as witness and this would have been reported to the police.
Nearly crushing me and then cutting-up the other cyclist might be legally regarded as careless driving, but then braking hard to a standstill in front of me, twice, has to be even more serious.