As I was cycling home last night, with the sun shinning I went the long way. It is 27 miles very hilly and I was blasting along. Pumped up with adrenaline I turned into the home straight, round a corner(?) into a narow lane. As I started down it a black taxi came towards me, didn't slow and left me the narowest of gaps to speed through. His window was open, and as I went past I called called him a ( ) and took a swing at his wing mirror smashing the housing. Ohhh it made me so happy, I was looking forward to him giving chase but either I lost him at the next few turnings or he didn't come after me. Was I right, wrong, bad or mad?