Had a "hard" man decide to slow-time me as he crossed the road. The inevitable hoodie etc etc. He looked up as he was about to cross the road, and saw me coming, doing about 15-20 mph. A stupid, slow grin, started to cross his face, and he got into the road deliberetly to block my path, and he measured his pace and waited in the road.
I knew there was no traffic behind, so I jinked right to go round him. He mirrored my move, to obstruct me.
I had no doubt that he intended to have me off, so I decided that attack was the best form of defence. I had no idea if he planned to physically assault me for jollies, so I floored it and kept going straight on.
His cocky gait seemed to waver. Then he leapt out of the way.
I think he mistook me for a toff, because he shouted "you hunt!" at me...
I replied at a reasonably high level of decibels over my shoulder, that I had had carnal knowledge of his mother.
At which point he literally started to hop up and down on the spot, screaming at just below dog whistle level, in total impotant fury.
Quite scary at the time, but now I bask in a warm glow...