I've probably missed a massive thread on this that has been running since year dot but .... any amusing, frightening or violent tales of road rage? Allow me ... A year or so ago I was home on leave and decided to go for a run along the local leafy lanes - high hedges, difficult to see ahead, you know the sort of thing. A red Puegeot 205 came round the corner towards me at a ridiculouse speed on the wrong side of the road and I had to jump into the hedge to avoid him. As he carried on without slowing and I extracted myself from the hedge I gave him an ironic thumbs up in order to indicate how well I thought he was driving. I carried on running (I should point out that I was wearing head phones at the time) and about 30 seconds later bacame aware of a screeching noise behind me. I turned to see the 205 side ways on, on two wheels sliding towards me. It stopped and 1 x chav male jumps out and asks me "Wots your f*cking problem?" He was clearly unhappy with the irony I had applied to my hand signal. I replied "The only person with a problem is the tw*t driving the 205." This did nothing to calm him and he began to approach me menacingly, egged on by 1 x chav female who was squawking encouragement from the car window. He was considerably bigger than me so I quickly weighed up my options. Well, as I was wearing running kit and was out for a run I decided to take the obvious COA and continue running. After about a minute's brisk running I thought that maybe I should have stood up to the cnut a bit more and stopped to look back. The idiot was running after me. Quickly comparing our respective levels of fitness I decided that he wasn't going to catch me in a month of Sundays so I let him get a bit closer and then ran on for another minute. Stopping again he was still following so this time I decided to shout some encouragement which seemed to annoy him more. Granting the man more intelligence than he actually had I was momentarily worried that he might return to his car and catch me that way so, just in case, I took a cross country option that presented itself. He continued to follow and I continued to shout encouragement as he got mud all up his Burberry slacks. Eventually I got bored and just carried on my run. It was highly amusing although I did give all red 205's a second glance for the next couple of days. I did think of posting this in Health and Fitness and calling the thread 'When PT pays off'.