Sometimes Things Just Rub You The Wrong Way

So yesterday I was heading to pick up Angela after work. I was in my car and heading down Guadalupe around 12th Street. This bicycler is out in the travel lane. First, in my opinion bicyclers should act as pedestrians. But, if a bicycler wants to act like a car, thats fine, just dont be a car when it suits you and be a pedestrian when it suits you. So this guy, he's wearing a white shirt, black pants, glasses, has his little helmet on to make sure he's safe. Basically he's an idiot. Well, he is out in traffic until the light turns red, at which point he decides to pass the Enterprise Rent-A-Truck in the crosswalk. The truck almost turns right into him as the truck was turning right when he ran up inside him. He hollers something at the truck and keeps riding. At this point, I pull up behind him and am just cruising behind him. Well, I get a little irritated that he will not move his ass out of the way and let me get past him. So, when there's a gap in the adjacent lane I pull over halfway, more than enough room, and punch it to get past him. I stop at the next redlight and here he comes riding up the inside of the lane again. What does he do when he gets beside me? He squirts the window and the windshield with his water bottle. BAD IDEA. I was having a bad day anyway and I f-ing lost it. He passes the bus thats in front of me at the light. When we start rolling again, I rev it, pull out around the bus (he turns around and starts looking at me when he hears the engine rev up), as he looks I romp on it, pitch the car sideways and point the front end straight at him. He panics, runs up on the curb and damn near drops the bike. I go on about my business and stop at the light at MLK and Guadalupe. Im in the right turn lane and Im still pissed. He's about 100 yards behind me at this point and I put the car in reverse to let him know I see him. He sees the lights and proceeds to shoot me the bird. Once again I completely lose it. I cut the car off right there in the middle of the street and get out of the car. People around me are looking at me like Im crazy. I yell, "Come here, Mother F-er." At this point, he panics. Hes only about twenty yards from me and he can tell this large man in front of him is ready to rip his head off. Im walking at him, ready to rip him off his bicycle. He immediately stops and pedals through the cars to the other side of the road. The whole time I am yelling, "Thats right mother f-er, shoot me the bird again. Not so tough now are you." By this time people in other cars are freaking out. I get back in my car, embarassed as hell for the scene I just made and proceed on my way. Today though, I laugh about it.