Doing circuits of the park this evening, dressed in ordinary clothes, not going for it particularly fast, a silver hatchback passed me much too close. I'd been aware of a car behind me, but not thought anything of it. As it passed, I suddenly realised that there was an arm out the window that had just made a grab for me. I stood on the pedals to try to catch them up - dunno why, there were four nodding chavs in the car, so I'd have lost that particular fight - and it was lucky I did cause there was another car behind them. The chav leaning out the window chucked an egg at me, and only just missed.
I don't get why they do it. Is there really so little to do on a nice evening in Liverpool?