Come on, we've all been there before.  You're dialing in your bike, "two big ass Fedor's" drive by and honk, you retort, an all-out brawl ensues, you slip in your biking shoes, they stab you with a pen, you heel-hook one and eventually scare them off to resume with your pleasant bike ride.

No?  What a sheltered and unadventurous life you must lead.  After the jump, take a walk in the bicycle shoes of Stockton's finest scrapper, Nick Diaz, who relates the tale while further justifying why he "ain't no bitch".