I admit I am prone to road rage and I don't apologize for it. It takes alot but when someone has finally plucked my last nerve it pizzes me right off.
A year or so ago taking boy to DE. for the weekend we were tooling along on 301 on the Eastern shore going to DE. Out there it is 4 lane divided and nothing for miles. We are cruising along about 65 or so and come up to a truck and a old piece of crap Mustang trailing him. I ease over to the left to pass and just before I do the Mustang slides over in front of me. He gets to about the middle of the guys trailer and slows to match the trucks speed. We drove about 5 miles and he wouldn't budge, just camped there. I started getting torqued and flashed the lights. The dude waved.

I eased up closer and he brake checked me but I expected it.

Finally after about 5 more miles I said screw it, took a deep breath and moved over to trail the truck in the right lane. A van with plumbing stuff on the roof then moved up behind him. The guy in the van looked at me and shook his head because he was following me and saw the whole thing. Finally after 3 or so more miles he started blowing the horn and got right up on the guys ass. I knew what was coming so I inched up a little closer to the truck. Finally the Mustang piled on the brakes to brake check the van. Bad mistake, he opened up a 17 foot 6 inch hole between his bumper and the semi and I put my 17 foot long truck right in there.
By this time I am steaming, the van guy is steaming and there is a line of cars behind us about a mile long. Clear of the Mustang I floored it to pass the truck and get clear of all the mess. Mustang man got pizzed and I saw him flying up behind me. Not yet being clear of the semi on the right I jammed the brakes. I saw the nose of the Mustang dive and tire smoke. At this point I was ready to go to jail, I didn't give a crap. So I accelerated clear and before I could get over to the right he flew up the right side and yanked it over in front of me.
Now it is moments like this in a mans mind where we do some calculations. How much time will I serve? If I hit him do I have enough speed to go up and over his car? Should I speed up? Should I arc right to hit him more squarely in the door? I opted for the glare and hold. I held my line and speed. He freaked at the thought of a pickup not giving an inch and plowing him at 70mph and yanked it back nearly losing it.
Every time I go that way now I look for that car.
