How do you know I haven't been?
When I was about 5 a car ran straight into me while I was riding my bicycle. T-boned me. Sent me to the hospital, and then confined me to a chair hoping my legs would heal. (They did, lucky me.)
I understand your anger, all of you. But when you start angrily listing the weapons you bring along with you while you road rage, I start worrying. Don't be the people you're complaining about.
Also, I'd rather read/type about motorcycles than weapons. At least until I finally get back on mine this weekend (after a year).