Ah, the good old A507. A windy road, with two decent straights. One of which I used to pass a smallish 'Onda being ridden patiently behind a van. No fuss, no drama. Except the smallish 'Onda then passes the van and sits tailgating me so closely I couldn't see his headlight. The second straight is used to dispatch the rather slow Mundano in front, then smallish 'Onda goes for an overtake that the oncoming headlights would suggest is not on. I decided to let him live, so I backed off (hey, I'm all heart). So then he decides to brake check me. Three times. At 80 (allegedly). I wonder what I did that upset him? Ho-hum. He'll not live long.