On my Friday evening commute home, in the dark on a quiet and narrow country lane, I had a car full of chavs decide to "play games". They slowed behind me and started to open the doors shouting "come on lads lets take him out". The car then drew up very close with doors open and the driver revved the engine as if he was about to boot it.
I stood off the road in the hawthorn hedge hoping they would just **** off. They closed the doors at the last minute before they would have hit me and the car went past accelerating quickly.
I was going to shout some abuse back but I thought it was not sensible to do so being 4 vs 1. It was the right call as around the next bend at the junction the car was waiting for me with the reverse lights on. When i took the left fork it backed up and followed me again repeating the previous episode. The road is very narrow at this point so again I just stood off the road hoping they would clear off which eventually they did shouting profanities as they went.
After reading some of the other stories on this forum though i guess i should be thankfull i didn't have anything thrown at me or rotten milk poured on my head! 🙂