When I first started riding, I was on a 250 Rebel. I was going the speed limit with a line of cars in front of me. Dude behind me for some reason was not happy to be there.
He passed me on the right shoulder which was nothing but gravel. Throwing rocks and crap everywhere on me AND down his car. Kept his head straight, didnt look at me and just squeezed between me and the car in front..
No way I was gonna start crap on my little 250. What was crazy, is he was in some $$$$ car. Looked like an Aston Martin or something really fancy like that. He probably wasnt happy to look at the side of it after that with rock chips and scratches!
No clue what the hell was up with this dude.
I backed way off and just let him go.