Well, I tell you what NOT to do...
... and I still can't believe this happened.
Years ago, back in my early 20's, on a cold January night, I was on my way to pick up my wife at the dealership. Our cage broke down and I was riding my only other vehicle; a Kawi KZ1000. Riding down a dark country road with no exits or intersections, when a large cage began tailgating me dangerously close. I'm already a nervous wreck because there was little patches of ice here and there, so I'm carefully feeling my way along at about 45mph (speed limit). I was cold and remember wishing I didn't have to be on the bike. The tailgater was dangerously close and there was no where to pull off to let him go by. I figured I'd take a chance and carefully bump the speed up to 55-60 with the hopes of making the cager happy and maybe he'd back off. No way. He matched my acceleration and remained on my tail. Then I bumped it up to 70. Again he matched my acceleration and got even closer (approximately 6 to 8 feet back). Just then a straight away presented itself. Thinking the cager was trying to kill me I laid over the tank and nailed it. At last glance the speedo was passing 125. I left the cage in the dust. Of course my adrenlin level was through the roof and I was seriously pissed off. I was convinced the guy was trying to kill me. I finally saw a stop sign up ahead, so I decided it was time to kick some a##. Pumped up, young and stupid, I pulled off my KZ off into the gravel, kick-stand down, bound and determine to kick the ass of whoever pulled up in the next car. A minute or so later, here he comes... It was cop! He stops, gets out and asks, "You ok?" I pause for a second, then all 200 lbs of me starts walking towards him, helmet in hand, shouting; "Why were you trying to kill me back there?!? What the #uck is the matter with you?! Are you fuc##### nuts?!"
Believe it or not, the cop waved his hand at me (as if to blow me off), got back into his car, and drove away!
I stood there for a minute, then the reality set in and I started shaking, thinking how badly that situation could have turned out!
Obviously I was damn lucky he didn't haul me off, or shoot my a##.
Lesson learned. Do whatever is necessary to let tailgaters pass you. It's always better to have them in front of you.