It's been a while since I've had the Harley running, but this happened last year.
Don't know if I've told this story here, but I'll tell it again.
The girlfriend and I were on our way back from dinner, now there's a long straight away with a 6-lane bridge that everyone does generally 50-55 over. I get in the "fast lane" and there's a moron on a crotch rocket doing 30 or so and won't speed up. Flash the brights and him, nothing. Give a little toot on the horn, nothing major, just a quick beep beep. That got his attention, he slowed down. Okay, whatever, I move into the center lane and he jumps in front. I try to pass in the left lane, he jumps in front again, keeping me at 25 mph and brake checking me. Traffic thins out I shoot to the center lane behind a car leaving him no room to get in front of me, and another car in front of him slows him. Nows my chance, as I get past him, he goes around the car hold him back and I go to jump in the left lane and he's right there, but behind me. As I'm 3/4 in the lane he's running up and by the rear tire. So now he's between my truck and the divider and not happy at all. So being a nice guy I move into the center lane, as not to kill this moron, and we come to a stop light. He gives me the usual, pull over, I'll kick your azz, blah blah blah. I told him, "go on about your business, ain't nobody tryna fight your b!tch ***". Light turns green and we both take off, he's still trying to fight, I'm not trying to fight and out of nowhere *BAM* he hits my mirror and takes off. Luckily it folds back, and there's no damage, but I'm pissed. So I get on it, trying to catch him, even though there's no way. we're coming up to a kind of commercial area and the last things we pass are a gas station and a mcdonalds. I see him pull into the gas station on the right. So when I finally get up there, I speed in and see him parked in the back by the carwash. When he sees that big orange truck smokin' he takes off. Not to be seen again
About 6 months later, I was hanging out with some friends at another guy's shop and hear some yahoo talking about "yeah, some dumbazz in a stupid looking orange truck, tried giving me crap so I punched his mirror and busted it. He didn't do nothing, I shoulda kicked his azz"
So I walked up behind the guy and asked "a stupid looking orange truck? like a harley davidson edition? like the one *chirps alarm* parked outside?" I watched fear come over his face. His eyes got as big as saucers, and his jaw dropped and he started stammering "i..i....i....look man...uh..uh...i..." I laughed and told him, first of all, if you'd broken my mirror I'd be kicking your azz right about now, secondly tell the story right, you took off like a b!tch when I caught up to you, but don't worry, I'm over it, I'm not gonna kill you" everyone died laughing, and he "had to go"
Never did see or hear from him again