Years back I "brake tested" some red mist idiot tail-gating me after a similar thing.
He pulled over to box me in at the next roundabout, and leapt out of his car and bashed on the side window shouting "wind down your window, I'm going to report you to the police". I opened the door into him, and as he got back on his feet told him he was welcome to report me, but that they'd probably take a dim view of his driving so close that he nearly went in the back of me when I braked to avoid that rabbit.
As I got out of the car to continue the conversation he ran back to his car, still shouting, and buggered off.
Strangest journey into work ever.
I tend to drive a fair bit slower after karting, and like to be pretty steady. But if it was a Cadet's dad, well that's another story. Some of them carry a lot of pent up emotion.
Liam
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