Preface: I live in the mountains. Hardly a mile of straight road around here. My pet peeve is people being in my lane around blind curves, I guess its the old self-preservation thing. So its 74 degrees, nice and clear so i decide to take a little roll on my TransAlp (an old on-road-off-road motorcycle). I'm riding one of my usual close-to-home circuits and I round a corner and squarely in my lane is a Camry. He swerves after a delay and I'm hugging the last 12 inches of pavement, he doesn't hit me. Ashamedly I admit the following... I'm so mad, I turn around to chase him down. Can you tell the story is not going in a happy direction?? So, see him up ahead... Closer.... . . So I catch up after a mile or so. He slows and rolls his window down. I pull aside and yell "You are going to KILL someone driving like that!". Here's where it get weird. As I'm yelling I realize I know the kid...and his mom. They go to my church.... He's in 6th grade. Thats right 6th grade. As in 12 years old. As in 3 years before his permit. As in 4 years before his license. His dad's a doc in town. A friend. Hmmmm...... Not quite sure what to do with this from several stand points. What happens at church tomorrow? What if his mom chews my ass out tomorrow? Full face helmet, questionable identity.... When do I start my anger management class? Opinions???