My favorite saying is "Lead, follow, or get the F%&* out of my way!" though these days I tend to drive maybe 75 in a 65 instead of the 80-85 (or more) I used to do before I got old.
Some driving memories stick with you vividly for a long time. About 10 years ago going home on the Mass Pike (3 lanes 65 mph limit) at maybe 6-7 pm in light traffic the left lane all of a sudden got backed up and was doing maybe 50 with a tailwind. I watched a dozen cars in front of me get frustrated with the slow poke and move to the middle lane and blare their horns at the car as they passed it. As I did the same thing, I looked at the guy and it was a 40ish guy with thick glasses in a Ford Fiesta who was hunched over the wheel like the atypical grandmother. He just stared straight ahead either too oblivious, stupid, or just messed up in the head to even respond. I still have to shake my head since I just don't get it!