Way back when I lived in New York City, I was riding to my parents' home from the dorms. A guy in a Cadillac driving northbound thru lower Manhattan blew by me and almost clipped me.
When I caught up to him at the very next stop light, I tapped on his window and gestured, "What's up, be careful."
He pulled a hand gun out and pointed it at me.
Strapped in, I still managed to side step away from his car.
Since then, I never attempt to correct drivers. Ever!
Last edited by Bad Lag; 10-02-22 at 11:20 PM.