on the driver of the bronzey coloured Fiat punto (I think) that drove sooo close to me when I was out running down a perfectly wide country lane that he clipped my f*ing elbow with his wing mirror It didn't hurt but it's starting to ache now and even if he hadn't done any damage it frightened the life out of me. It was a 2-lane road and there was nothing coming.
OK...I'll start! May he (or she) get a puncture every time he/she gets more than 5 miles from home and may his/her car always fail to start on frosty mornings. Any advance...