Went for a ride out towards wisemans than dinner than ride home M4 than Parramatta Rd. I'm riding along in the left lane (of 3 lanes) and just ahead of me is a light blue Nissan Pulsar with P plates on it and full of guys. So I'm hanging back incase they do something stupid, and then sure enough they pull left right in front of me. (they indicate as they move!) So I brake and flash my lights at them and hope that this is enough for them calm down and realise they messed up, but as soon as I flash they fly off well over the speed limit cutting in and out of cars so I gather driver must be embarrased. So I continue to coast along and end up behind them at the next set of lights. Thinking maybe they're sheepish? No way! They're hanging out the windows singing, dancing, yelling to other cars, bouncing their car around with music cranking. This made me even angrier as I thought "I wonder if they realise they almost ran me off the road!" So they take off and they're moving andswerving in and out of their lane, driver has both hands in the air clapping in time with the music, and it's then I decide to do the silly thing and follow them when they accelerate hard off from the lights. Then next lights go red with them in the middle and empty lanes either side. So I make the decision to confront them. 4 VS 1 is not good odds but I rely on my scary gloves, helmet, bike and demeanour to see me through. So I pull up to the left of them because I think it's safer to confront the driver accross the other side of th car then on the right. I look into the car. I don't say a word for a few seconds - just look. The windows are down and I yell in to the driver "Do you realise you almost ran me off the road back there?" He says "WHAT!!?" and turns the stereo down. "I said do you realise you almost ran me off the road back there?" He just looks at me with his mouth open. Then the guy in the back seat leans forward, so I point a kevlar re-inforced glove with big plastic knuckles at him and sits the f*ck back down quick smart and closes his gob before even starting to try and say something. The driver still has his jaw hanging around his balls when I say "Look you can dance, party, do what you want, but I don't want to go home dead. Understand?" The mute driver just nods at me, then the lights go green and I take off. Last I see of them is sitting with all the other traffic in my mirrors doing the speed limit. But you know what? Not good enough. If someone almost runs us of the road don't we deserve acknowlegement? And apology that they almost killed us? A "really sorry buddy" or some recognition?