Angry angry angry

At the end of my commute, riding through the jam, avoiding cars buses and motorbikes getting mad, there is this guy riding a bike, sticking to me like I'm a shit and he's a fly. He's riding one hand, on the phone with his other hand (he wears no helmet by the way). At some some point his elbow touches me. I see red and tell him "putain mais c'est bon arrête de me coller" ( = "get off me"). The guy doesn't care. A few meters later, I stop at a red light. He does not, and while passing by says proudly something like "why do you stop ? Can I go now ?". He gets very nearly smashed by a bus, and goes away. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR