There are people out there that are complete dicks. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about it. Tuesday afternoon, not full-blown rush hour yet but getting there... I was filtering merrily on Queens Pde, Clifton Hill, VIC, just before it turns into Heidelberg Road. As I reached the back wheel of a Hilux, the driver opened the door. Obviously I was paying attention, as you do when riding a bike. So I stopped the bike about 30 cm before the door could pose any danger to me. At which time the driver - a skinny guy in his 20's - started yelling something. I couldn't understand much of what he was saying. I wasn't listening and had no interest in it, but I could tell the letter "F" featured prominently in his ramblings. My first instinct was to get off the bike and do something about it. In fact, I'm sure that 30 years ago that's exactly what I would have done. The traffic was stopped, he had no escape. But then my brain took over. What could possibly be the outcome of that encounter? He could have a black belt in karate, in which case he would kick my arse. Or he might not have a black belt, in which case I would kick his arse. In either case, I would be late to my teleconference. And neither of these outcomes would make the world a better place. One more satisfied moron, or one more arse kicked moron, who cares - there are thousands of them out there! By now his hand holding the door had gotten tired, and he had half-closed the door, which gave me the opportunity to get going past him, simply looking at him and shaking my head as I rode past. Take care out there. Nothing good can come out of road rage, or retaliation. I just wish I had my Go Pro with me!