About 40 years ago, I rode my bike to work. Then one afternoon, while peddling home, some pimply-faced teenage punk tried to "bump" me with his little "rice-grinder" pickup. Yep, swung clear over to the edge and then turned immediately in front of me, trying to clip me a bit. Caused me to peel off into the gravel on the side of the road. I saw him look in his rear-view mirror, laughing his head off. Trying to impress his girlfriend I guess. That's probably the closest I've ever been to "road rage." Probably a good thing I wasn't carrying.
Anyway, that cured me from riding my bike to work. Never did wear a helmet, pads, nose guard, or shin guards.
Anyway, that cured me from riding my bike to work. Never did wear a helmet, pads, nose guard, or shin guards.