4:21pm today: So I was rolling toward the intersection of Albert Rd and Kings Way ('C' on the map), turning right onto Kings Way. Three lanes turn right. I had a choice of who to split in front of: - In the far left was a green Commo ute, single person in the car (~40y/o bogan-looking working man; kinda crazy ginger hair, looked like he'd be a VB slab-a-day kinda guy). - In the middle lane was an old box-shaped Nissan Skyline or Bluebird (Pintara maybe?), but its nose was over the white line and in the pedestrian lane. I decided the ute was low-to-med risk of being speedy, but when compared to sitting out in front of the Nissan, I decided to take the risk and split anyway, rather than simply sitting behind him like I would do maybe 50% of the time (ain't hindsight a wonderful thing). I don't split everywhere I go, only when there's plenty of room to do it, lots of time left on the lights, and I feel like it. It's far from compulsive behaviour for me! Anyway, VB Slabber took exception to my sitting in front of him - a 1200cc bike is sure to be slower than a mobility scooter - so he decided he'd better get really agro to show how unhappy he was at not being in front anymore. He hit the horn and gestured angrily, mouthing off and angrily shouting at me through his windscreen. I looked around me and decided I could safely move to the next lane, out of his way. Making no gestures or showing my displeasure in any way (did not shake my head, I moved slowly, etc. - was basically as passive as one could possibly be), I gently rolled out of his way and into the middle turning lane. I could still see him in my left mirror, and noticed he seemed to settle down. Good (at this point, we're up to 'D' on the map). The light went green and I decided to take off quickly around the corner anyway, just to show I wouldn't have been a slow starter. To my (admittedly, mild) surprise, he floored it too, and I could hear his V8 firing loudly behind me. What really did surprise me was not that he tried to race me, oh no, that would have been far too wimpy. He decided to use his car as a bulldozer, pushing me out of my lane and into the far right one as we went round the corner, giving his engine a bootfull in the process. I don't know what he thought he'd do if I wasn't watching him or getting out of his way - I might have ended up under his back wheel, who knows. I pinned my throttle (was in 2nd) and powered out of the corner and pulled away from him. Thankfully he backed off his accellerator, so I did too. Round the next corner to the next set of lights, I unfortunately ended up in the lane he wanted to be in - he rolled in behind me, head down and apparrently fiddling with stuff on his seat. Thankfully, his immature rage had obviously subsided now he'd tried to kill me once and failed. He became just another passive driver in the traffic around me after that (making no eye contact or anything)... ...until as I turned off that road a few streets later, he tried to ram me again!! This time he nearly succeeded in taking me out, and I only just got around the corner and out of his way in time! (This was 'F' on the map). He thundered off in a straight line down Toorak Road as I just made it out of the way of his bumper on my left turn onto Punt Road. I knew better than to stay in front of him after the first episode and should have turned off when I had the chance, rather than continuing on straight where he was likely to still be behind me. I had been more nervous than angry until this second attempt at hitting me, but now a flood of anger washed over me. I have a cool head on the road in general, and not once did I instigate anything (apart from when I 'started it' by splitting in front of his stationary car). I made no gestures, did not rev my engine, didn't shake my head - nothing that I might have done to show I was annoyed. Indeed, once he showed his initial displeasure, I even got passively out of his way. I dunno why he was so agro, but man it made me mad after he tried to hit me the second time, after he'd had a good two minutes plus to cool off. Description: anglo complexion, ginger/sandy hair in a bit of a bogan-like mane behind his neck. Car: dark green VR/VS V8 Holden Commodore ute, rego OCK-534. Last seen: heading down Toorak Rd at about 4:25pm, accellerating hard across the intersection and into the 40-zone after failing to kill me a second time. I looked over my shoulder after avoiding death a second time with the sole intention of taking a mental photograph of the back of his ute. Gah. Thanks for reading. /rant. --- [EDIT] - Short version: some dude in a ute tried to ram me (twice!) after losing his temper. I didn't die.