Poetic Justice

Had a plan that came together last night. Driving into my local town last night, I pass two roundabouts about 1/2 a mile apart. Anyhow passing number one I get a Very large Range Rover with fog lights and one headlight ( dipped ) hard on my tail ( about 10 foot ). He then starts to play with me by changing from dipped to full ( still only one light ) . Now I normally avoid messing with T-- Heads like that but a plan fell before me. At the next roundabout, that was clear ( I checked ), I just held my speed ( about 35-40 I think, did not look ) and floored it on the exit. Left him stone dead, loved it!!
Do any of you have tales of poetic justice that only an MGF/TF could witness?