This morning on my commute in, some old guy in his car called me asshole because he couldn't turn right while I was stopped in the bike lane at the light (it was red) I told him to lay off the diabetic foot (he was an obese, shabby physical specimen) and to go fuck himself.
We pulled over to the side of the road and a shouting match ensued. I shouted him down, saying "That was a stop light, which you ran, you son of a bitch--" blah blah blah he sputtered back at me that hater car head rant about how bikes should get off the road.
Finally, firmly pointing my finger down the road, I said, "Get out of my site you sorry piece of shit!" And he drove away.
Oh yeah, he had a pit bull or some other kind of big over-weight mutt in the back seat of his car--which snarled at me during this exchange.
I'm trying to calm down, but had I the opportunity to pull him from his jalopy I would have surely ended up beating him to death.