Itty Bitty Bike Moment

So, picture this. Last night I am driving down a dark side street in Beaver Dam and out of nowhere comes a big kid on a little itty bitty bike. I almost hit him. So, I (usually calm) get totally riled because my heart was just racing, decide I am going to roll down the window and yell at him (and his three friends who now appeared out of the dark as well). I forget what I said, but he yells something back about how I should "keep driving, old lady, mind your own business." Let's just say I snapped. It's bad enough that I find myself not being a cool Mom anymore and letting some punk kids piss me off, but the fact that he called me "old lady,", now that was just opening a can of something very unpleasant. I stop the car in the middle of the road and proceed to let him have it and then told him to go home and get a big boy bike, that riding that little bike makes him look like a child molester. I don't know where all the anger came from, but all of a sudden, I snapped out of it, rolled up the window, drove away and looked over at Bill and asked what he thought he was going to order for dinner. You should have seen the look on his face. Later he told me he was proud of me. To be honest, I don't have the slightest clue of where I went to in that moment. Sigh.