This happened a couple months back:

Coming back from St. Pete on 275, I take the Roosevelt exit towards St. Pete/Clearwater Airport. I'm in my dad's shitty, old Saturn SL1. As I'm coming up to Roosevelt, this ass on a green ninja is riding my ass on the over pass. I'm smoking a cigarette trying to shift, steer, and not have this guy rearend me, all at the same time.

I'm tapping the brake, downshifting (making the car jerk), and swerving trying to get this bastard off my ass. Finally I throw the cigarette back at him and hit him in the visor.

Now I know I was asking for it, but he was pissing me off. His dumbass rides onto the shoulder, slaps the side mirror, shattering it and rides off with his idiot friend close behind. This is all in rush hour traffic. I down it into 1st, gun it between two cars and onto a side street by the airport. Well, he didn't expect that, looks back, nearly flips the bike and shoots down the side street.

Needless to say, I let him go.

So what's the moral of the story? Always do dumb shit in other people's cars, that way yours doesn't get fucked up.

By the way, I'm still looking for him, waiting to swerve and "accidentally" break his fucking neck.