Had an incident Saturday...
I was driving home on the freeway in the left lane doing about 75MPH - 80MPH. I'm passing traffic that's in the center lane. Up ahead (1/4 mile?) is a car pulled over on the shoulder. There's a little comotion up there so, to be safe, I decide I should get out of the lane. A quick glance shows that I have a window of opportunity to get over into the middle lane. As soon as I make this glance and signal, a GMC/Yukon/? floors it to close the gap (I had JUST PASSED this guy 5 seconds ago, and now all of a sudden he's doing 80 too?). I pull into the center lane. There was still room and he was just being a dickhead. I didn't do it to piss him off... I needed over and I had room to do it. Well, he lays on the horn and starts flailing his arms all over the place like I just ate his mother. I calmly flip him one in the rear view mirror and just laugh it off.
He flies over into the passing lane and pulls up beside me with his window down yelling all kids of crap, waving his arms, etc. He was probably 60 years old, +/- 5 years (I'm 28). I roll my window down, look him dead in the eye, and shout "how about you go f*** yourself!" as I give him the finger for a second time. Overboard? Yes... but wth did this guy expect? I know he perceives this situation as him being severely wronged, but for f*ck sakes get over it. Anyway, I took his bait hook line and sinker by yelling back at him. This sends him THROUGH THE ROOF. The guy starts having a full blown CONNIPTION. His hair is flying everywhere as he's flailing his arms and screaming and yelling and whatever (he never returned the bird, oddly enough). I start to chuckle at him a little and so he starts signaling me to pull over (ever notice how much people HATE it when you laugh at their pissedoff-ness?). This actually gets my attention because I start thinking about the possibilities. First and foremost, if a raging lunatic is demanding that you pull over, you can only assume it's because he wants to square off. In my road rage days I've "asked" a few people to pull over, and it was because I intended to break my foot off on their ass.
So, the possible outcomes I come up with are:
1. He knows something I don't. I.e, he has a gun. Why else would a fat 60 year old geezer be challenging a youthful stallion such as myself. End result: I get shot.
2. He's an idiot trying to prove to himself that he's not a fat 60 year old geezer. End result: I kick his ass and I go to jail for assault and/or road rage.
Neither outcome is appealing to me, especially since I really didn't hold any aggression toward this guy. I mean, I *did* think he was a jackass due to the fact that he intentionally manufactured this situation by his asshole driving and his asshole attitude, but I wasn't actually "pissed". Not that socking an old man is an admirable act, but it's tough to throw down with someone you aren't actually pissed off at. Dismayed by his idiocy I was. Mad, I was not. On top of that, the only reason someone who was obviously physically inferior to you would challenge you is either because a) they're incredibly stupid, or b) they're packing heat.
So, I flip him one more bird, he realizes I'm not going to pull over, he laughs a little (presumably at my unwillingness to pull over), and he takes off.