I was riding out to La Trobe Uni half an hour ago (from Carlton), to get a book. I was angry over a dodgy sharehouse issue, watching the burning emotion go through me, but in a detached meditative way and so riding safely. Near Ivanhoe three lanes converged into two. The traffic was congested and I gently braked, in a normal way, to let a guy in front of me from the converging lane. A normal move in traffic. Suddenly a white van behind me, whose driver obviously doesn't like courtesy, got on the horn over it. Well I was a little pissed already, so whereas as usually I treat such people as so much hot air and ignore them, I gave this guy the finger, he was so outright rude. Mistake! I heard his engine and pulled on my throttle an instant later. He was almost rear-ending me, trying, it seems, to drive me off the road. I made the little 185 sing, as I weaved through the cars. The congestion was good: I could put barriers between us. But no, they were no barrier to him: I heard cars swerving and honking as he powered after me. The lights turned red up front which caused the gaps to close enough that I got ahead at the front while he got stuck behind, and I could plan an escape route before the lights changed again. But I heard a noise and looked in my rear-view to see him, an ugly great wife-beating hulk, running at me on foot and screaming something! The lights were red, but I pulled on the throttle and was away, unfortunately into a street with no traffic. I was doing 80 or 90 in a 60km zone. I looked back, the lights had changed and the traffic was moving, but he didn't seem to be following. I hid in a depot of some sort, behind a brick wall, and calmed down and waited, and then decided to return by that same route, as he'd either headed on, or had gone the other way to catch me head on. As I pulled up at the intersection I'd done the red lights through, there was a servo on the corner. A white van was sitting there, and its motor roared into life. I opened the throttle again, sped on the inside of the wrong side of the road as the green lights came on, did a right turn in front of traffic, and weaved through congestion. I know not if it was him, but I saw no more of the van. Suffice to say, it was a nervous ride home. Motorcycle lesson #7 "There is no such thing as justice on the road, only survival" Explanation: If you want to communicate to a clearly angry and aggressive driver that what their behaviour just isn't right, understand that you are waving a red flag! Rise above it like the so many gusts of hot air that mean nothing.