It must be twenty years ago now, I was riding up a steepish hill locally when an old Mini drove past, passenger hanging out of the window shouting at me. I got hit in the face by what I first thought was gob, then realised was screen-wash.
The idiot driver pulled in at a shop at the top of the hill, passenger must have gone inside and the driver was still in his car when I got there a minute later, a little angry.
Confronting him I demanded if he knew what his windscreen washers were really for, grabbed a wiper and the whole assembly came away in my hand. Genuine accident – I didn’t mean to pull the thing off! Had to make it look good, so I tried to look even more aggressive – wearing Lycra, remember – threw the thing at him, grabbed my bike and bombed back down the hill to the safety of a bike path before him and his mate could catch me.