Once this fat bastard in a Toyota pickup cut me off real bad, and then flipped me the bird. I got incensed and followd him, and tried to kick a dent in his truck. We both stopped and before I could get off my bike he charged me with a Machette. I got outa there quick. The moral of this story is: "Don't chase morons in cars for cutting you off, unless you're packing a .357.