I hate when a car comes screeching up from behind, and I'm driving the limit (or even over!), and there's alot of traffic and they start flashing their lights at me.
Dude: you flash at me - I'm not budging. In fact, I'll probably slow down a bit.
Road rage is out of control. I usually let the real maniacs go by because I don't want to get hit by them. But every once in a while I just have to win.
"Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. . ."