Lorry drivers and seeing red

So, "Skully", let me see if I've got this right. You jumped a red light, nearly hitting a disabled child in the process and responded to the look of fear on the child's face by 'flipping him the bird' (your words not mine). Then you made an illegal left turn in to a one way street and were surprised to find a marching band coming towards you; a marching band which you admit were 'at the end of a three hundred mile charity walk' (again, your words not mine). Instead of stopping and turning round you instead speed up and ride directly at them. When they fail to part like the red sea you push the trombonist into the trumpeter and launch a 'phlegm rocket' (whatever that is) at the man with the big bass drum. Not content with this you steal a cymbal and bang it on your handle bars for quarter of a mile through busy london traffic while texting your friends to brag about your exploits.
And you ask why we can't all be friends? Tell that to the kid in the wheelchair, ask that of the bruised musicians.

I've been waiting for someone to say this all day.