I abhor violence and confrontation, but the last bloke that threw a mental at me on the road came a cropper. There he was busy going mental, and I stepped out the truck fresh from the gym, still in my muscle vest on my way.home for a shower. At the time 260lbs and 56"chest, a mighty hunk of pumped magnificence. Silly idiot went pale very rapidly, and managed to squeak out an apology before his voice failed completely. Being magnanimous in victory and having mad him look a pecker in front of his family I gave him a cheery wave of forgiveness, but if I'd been a nutter like Kenneth Noye he would be pushing up daisies. Why do the twerps do it? There's always.someone bigger than them, always someone more willing and able to use violence, so why take the chance?