Moment angry driver gets in road rage row with rival motorist while armed with golf club

It's almost certainly the wrong type of 'driver' for the middle of the road.
But a bizarre road rage row has been filmed in west London that saw a motorist seemingly fish a golf club from the back of his car before getting into a row with another road user.
The man, driving a grey Skoda Kodiaq, could be seen remonstrating with the driver of a black hatchback.
As he rests the club on his shoulder, one of the men says: 'If you come near me I'm going to hit you.'
Both cars can be seen sitting stationary in the middle of Uxbridge Road, Hillingdon during the incident, reportedly filmed on Saturday May 31.
It took place immediately outside Hillingdon Primary School.
The boot of the Skoda is wide open as the pair heard arguing over who started the fight as one yells: 'You approached me.'
In the video, filmed from the opposite side of the dual carriageway, the men can be seen squaring up to one another over an unspecified disagreement on the roads.
'Go f*** yourself,' said the driver of the black car, as he challenged the other motorist on his decision to approach him with a golf club.
As the club-toting driver begins to walk away, he shouts: 'Big man with a stick in your hand - big man aren't you?'
The other driver raises his voice as he yells: 'Yeah, I am. I'm f****** bigger than you when I've got this. I know that.'
During the bizarre encounter, shocked motorists can be heard beeping their horns and yelling at the pair.
It ends as the golfer, in a grey shirt, light shorts and white trainers, walks towards the back of his car, the golf club slung over his shoulder.
The video was shared on X, where it has been seen 22,000 times.

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