On my way home from work the other night I was cruising at about 40 (speed limit) on a long straight street when I see a car coming up behind me a long way off. He cut off one car and the proceeded to swerve from one lane to the next like one of those little Shriner's cars in a parade. So as he got up to me he was doing that and finally picked the lane next to me. It was a used-car salesman looking dude in his late-30s or so singing some crappy country song driving a 03-04 body style Mustang GT. We stopped at an upcoming light and he was shouting and singing and looking at me. I thought he was trying to pick me up or something. Anyway he started revving and turned the radio down (why do people do that?) so I figured he wanted to race. As soon as the light turned green he was tearing his tires up. I wasn't ready so I just sat there, revved to about 5K and slipped through first. By the time I got through first we were even since he took off before me. By second I was about a car ahead and by third I was a couple more cars ahead. I slowed down and of course he did the domestic ricer fly-by. I call it the "Uncle Ben."
I just can't stand people who drive like asshats. Except myself, of course.