.. with my fist meeting a mirror
so here is the story.
I was driving to work in Surrey. First in line at a stop light with a minivan next to me. The light turned green and off I went.... I always try to keep the tires of cars around me in my sight, and where they are in relation to the line. I noticed this van started drifting over... and fast, into my lane. By the time I could react, I was within a foot of the curb, and the van right next to me. I slammed on my brakes and swerved out of the way, layed on the horn and continued on my buisness. Then as I passed the van, the lady (white, middle aged; if it matters) fingers me and rolled down her window and starts yelling. I flipped her back off, and then she swerved into my lane, like she was trying to hit me. So I took the liberty to help out the local car wreckers... because she will be coming in needing a new mirror.... the best part was the getaway... she tried chasing me, but its nice being able to fit through small spaces..+
sorry for the long post