Obviously you did the right thing (I suppose). But... if the story had of went something like... I was stopped at a light at 5:00 AM this morning on a very well lit street when a driver rolled down his window to inform me that I was a "f...ing" moron for riding my bike in the street. I got off my bike, walked over to the car and asked "who you callin' a moron, dips..t?!?' He started to mouth off again, but before he could get a sentence in,
I snatched the door open, jerked the a..hole out, and beat the crap out of him right then and there. He went cryin' home to mama.
Yep, one can dream...
