Since I lost my temper, probably years actually.
So this morning on the way to work I am going around a roundabout and a young lad with his hoodie up pulls right out in front of me and guns his van. I hit the horn and brake and all I can see as he goes on around is his middle finger in the drivers window. Having missed the collision I take my exit and get on my way.
About a quarter of a mile down the road I spot him closing up on me in my mirror at speed. He has gone right around the roundabout and seems like he wants to get my attention. I reckon he is really interested in my Lava Red TDM [ and who wouldn't be lets face it.] I keep my speed and he forces his way past and brakes and pulls into the side of the road in front of me. I pullover as well and stop my bike well back from the van. I think he wants to talk to me............?
I dismount and walk along the pavement towards the van. He looks unhappy? He looks agitated? He is shouting and trying to fly with his arms flapping around.........can't hear much [ got earplugs :) ] Then one of the flappy arms takes a swing at me, so I dodge left and launch off my back foot. Bullseye! My gloved hand makes perfect contact with his neck and I pin him to the back of the van. He tries to kick me and I catch his leg with my other hand and pull sharply upwards. Down he goes, sliding down the van and I kneel on his chest. He is not talking or shouting at all now [ in fact he has become pretty still ]
I ask him if he wants to go on his way and he nods. I leave him there on the road and keep him in sight whilst getting back on my bike. I ride past and check my mirrors. He just gets in the van and stays put til I am out of sight.
Arrive at work and give myself a good talking to for losing control.