I just think it's funny now: way back when I had a XB and lived in Canberra I pulled along side an old s%@T box 180b, just as the lanes were merging into one, he accelerated, so I in my youth with testoterone fogging the higher functions of my brain, I planted my foot. I was just pulling out in front of him when the lanes came together and he pulled in really close. I eased off the accelerator doing 80 in the 80 zone. He put his highbeams on, sat so close that I thought I had a trailer. OK stab at the brakes, finger out the window, ect. Unfortunately the road came to a T with enough traffic that I had to stop. The datsun pulls up behind me and the door opens. OK I think Im 6'4 (afroementioned testosterone still present) If I get out Im sure he'll calm down. I looked back and this arm, the diameter of my leg came out then his leg followed It was massive. The torso that was pulled out was immense draped in a tight fitting white t-shirt with "AIS Wrestling team" scrawled accross the front. OK change of plan, I lock every door and start looking for a break inthe traffic, he comes up alongside my window and says "GET OUT" I look up and say "You gotta be shi$$ing me " he hit the window twice, I thought the glass would give. Anyway a gap in the traffic and I was off! No wonder he was so angry, willy all shriveled from the steriods and crammed up in a 180B!! :lol: