Riding back from Imperial today, I'm in a good mood because Gord just bolted on my new Bitubo rear shock, riding down East 12th, some guy in a Ford Explorer (of course) decides to run me off the road, even after I honked to let him know I was there. I pull up behind him at the next light, knock on his window and ask him what he is doing. He's a big black dude in a security uniform, and first he doesn't even react. Then, all of a sudden, he snaps, starts telling me to fuck off etc. and then spits right in my face. Traffic starts to move, and he guns it, makes a right at the next side street, behind the Biltmore, and guns it. I go off after him, and he's doing at least 120 eastbound on Broadway. I catch up with him at Clark, get his plate, and kindly inform him that I will press charges. Then I called him in. There's some pretty loony people on the road.