Someone tries to knock over my bike, or actually does, probably going to be a fight whether I get my ass kicked or not.
Years ago, I catch up to some guys on Harleys and pass them, I'm on a CBR1000. A second later, one of them catches up goes a little past, and swerves at me. I guess trying to intimidate me. He's wearing a cutoff, but no colors, and appears too clean to be a real hard core guy. So I pull up on him, and start getting closer, if some shit goes down, I'm either grabbing his front brake, the dangling throttle cable, or stomping on the rear brake. I'm staring right at him, and he's starting to look kinda nervous. I'm riding with one hand and flip up my visor, and our handlebars are almost touching, and I lean over to look him in the eye, but he won't make eye contact. I reached over and brushed his arm and he jumped and let off. I wouldn't have been the only one to go down if some shit came down.
To this day, I have no idea what he was trying to do.