I feel your pain, man. I hate them too. Always have. I had one guy ride between me and the car next to me on a stretch of two lane parkway in the pouring rain. He came right up next to my drivers side window, flipped me off and buzzed on through. I guess he wanted me to get out of his way so he could pass, but me and the car next to me were both doing about 25 mph because the rain was coming down in buckets. It took all I had not to cut the wheel and knock this jerk-wad right off his Ninja.

And what I don't get it is, they will ride your ass all the way down the highway and tail you, but if you get too close to them they'll signal you to back off a little.

I hate them. I always have and always will. And when I see one blow by me at 150 mph I secretly hope that they meet an oak tree around the next bend.

Form your story it sounds like the wife stopping you was probably the best thing for everybody in the end. You might have been sending your post from either cell block #3 or from 6 feet under.

F crotch rockets!