Hi everyone. The whole situation is over now, and I've already reported it to the police, but I'd just like to hear your thoughts about it and if there is anything else I could have done to avoid it, or any other step I should take now. I live in Sydney, in the northern beaches area and for a few years now, I have been commuting to work in the city every day. Because my everyday commute involves several stretches of stationary traffic, I've got a scooter that I ride to work everyday and save the Kwasaki for weekend rides or to commute on nice and sunny days during school holidays. This morning, as usual, I was lane filtering through stationary traffic (I always do that in a very sensible speed, exactly to avoid annoying or scaring car drivers), when a guy in a silver Porsche 911 carrera S convertible apparently got annoyed by the fact that I was progressing through traffic on my cheap scooter while he was stuck in traffic in his expensive sportscar. As I was approaching him, he decided to bring justice to the world and moved his car closer to the car next to him, closing the corridor between traffic. Such a situation has happened to me before (and I'm sure it will happen again) so I just ignored him and happily moved my light scooter around his car, as I tried to reproduce in the drawing below: As I was passing in front of him, he slowly moved forward, gently touching the side of my scooter with his front bumper. Again, I ignored the guy as I though it wouldn't be worth arguing with such a stupid person, so I kept going my way. Once I got to the Warringah Freeway, the Porsche suddenly comes flying past me, pulls in front of me and brakes hard! F&%! How can I outbrake a Porsche on a scooter (or on any other bike)??! Just as I was going to rear end him, I released the brakes and managed to swerve to his left, but then he saw me next to him and threw his car against me forcing me to rapidly change lanes all the way to the left most lane, trying to force me off the road. At that point, I realised it was something personal against me and all I wanted to do was to move away from him as fast as I could. As I was about to run off the road, I braked hard and moved to the right, from behind him, but I couldn't accelerate past him (the kwaki would have done it, although at higher speeds the whole thing would have become even more dangerous). I was now on his right and again he did the same move, this time forcing me to change lanes to the right until we reached the guard rail. Again, I braked hard, but this time I completely stopped, right next to the guard rail, thinking that he would have to keep going due to all the traffic coming from behind us. The guy is a lunatic and stopped his car in front of me, completely blocking traffic on the right (therefore fastest) lane of the freeway. I saw on his mirrors that he was leaning to the passenger's seat, apparently grabbing something in his car and I got afraid he would come out and hit me with something, so I decided to take off and try to escape him again. We were stopped for just a few seconds. I took off suddently, moving to the next left lane without a head check (I know, very stupid!) and almost got hit by an approaching car that locked brakes to avoid me. The whole thing was out of control and I couldn't find a way to escape the Porsche, that came flying after me again, until we met heavy traffic, closer to the toll collection point, and I fled in between cars while he got stuck behind traffic. The whole thing was incredibly dangerous, with other cars braking and swerving to avoid us, while I was trying to avoid the porsche. I got to work completely shaken, a work mate helped me calm down and then I grabbed the phone and rang the police. The police officer took all the details, the full description of the car, and told me that unfortunately there isn't much they can do, as during that whole mess I didn't get the porsche's number plates (that was the least of my worries, while trying to get out of that situation alive). The whole thing lasted less than a minute and about 400m of road, but I got so scared that it seemed at least like five minutes and a couple of kilometres. What scaries me now, is the idea of that guy crossing my way again, recognising me and, without that I notice, decides to finish what he started today.