sorry … i meant i’m in texas and was wondering if cars really rust out that quickly
Sounds like we need a ram on the back too. 
I feel your pain. I had some little fucker in a Camaro who was in the far left turn lane when I was in the right turn lane onto the same road. I had a red light, he had a green one - so I pulled up as far as I could in the right lane (like we’re supposed to around here), but I was still a good distance off from the lane he’d be turning into, and he went by giving me the ‘dirty stare’ - his head turned towards me, glaring at me for so long, I was surprised he didn’t hit the car in front of him. I was nowhere NEAR his lane and he had NO chance of hitting the front of my car, so I’m not sure what the fuck his problem was. I ignored him and kept singing along with the CD (I was in a good mood, dammit, and no one was going to spoil that.).
Do they realize that they look like idiots when they do these things?
Ava
I look at it this way. If the other driver makes a mistake and then flips me off or yells something at me, it means I WIN.
I’m thinking a good approach to idiots on the road glaring at you is to blow then a kiss and smile. 
The ‘grandpa’ comment doesn’t mean he thinks you look like a grandpa.
It means he thinks you drive like one.
That could be. I’m sure I’ve heard “grandma” used as a name for the lowest gear.
The feelings of the OP, though, remind me of my first “sir-ing”, which was in my college bookstore. I was a senior due to graduate in a few days.
Usually when something like that happens I try my best to ignore the idiot. If they pull up beside me and give me an evil stare or yell something at me I don’t even look at them, I just act like I have the radio turned up full blast and I am singing along.
I usually have pennies in my car. LOTS of pennies. Well, the last time some fucking jerk nearly sideswiped me (right next to a VERY crowded bus stop, so if he DID hit me I might have careened right into them) in his riced out Civic and kept trying to fuck with me by getting in front of me and brake checking me and other kinds of stupid and dangerous bullshit, I let loose with a hail of a couple fistfulls of pennies the first opportunity I had.
I hope that stupid fuck remembers those few dozen dings on the hood, front fender, and passenger door of his car the next time he’s making a turn and nearly causes a wreck with a high potential for pedestrian deaths/injuries, before he proceeds to piss that person off.
Take heart. Sometimes karma works.
I had a similar experience a while back. Some girl came barreling up behind me and started riding my ass, so I gradually slowed down until I was matching the speed of the cars in the two other lanes. I managed to block her for a few minutes while she was shooting me dirty looks. Finally, she managed to get around me, and flipped me off as she blew past. I waved back.
A couple of miles later, there she was, on the side of the road, with another car. She’d rear-ended him while tailgating again. Everyone was OK, so I stopped, gave the guy she hit my number, and told him I’d be happy to testify that she was driving like an asshole before she hit him.
Friend of mine managed to get his hands on what he said was a landing light from a passenger jet. I dunno if that’s really what it was, but it may as well have been. Fucker was bright. Anyway, whenever somebody’d tailgate him, he’d aim it back over his shoulder and flip it on. Problem was, he couldn’t use it very long, because it would quickly become too hot to hold.
Still, it was enormously effective in forcing people to drop back to a safer distance. Nobody really wants to spend more than a few seconds trying to control a car while staring into the freakin’ sun.
I think I want one.
You can find million candlepower lights, often powered by a common cigarette lighter, in most boating supply stores under emergency equipment.
Warning: They can scorch paint, I don’t WANT to know what they’d do to leather, and they’re probably illegal in a car.
Heh, the reverse happened to us once. We were at an anchorage in the Thousand Islands, when some bright fellow in an adjacent speedboat decided to have a fireworks display. With emergency flares.
Dad commenced to yellin’ at him, whereupon the fellow said, “Now simmer down, son,” or some similar inanity that’s liable to set someone off who’s just had their child-containing boat missed by a frivolously-shot emergency flare by about a metre.
My dad was pulling fifty at the time. “I’M NOT YOUR SON, ASSHOLE!”
A W.C. Fields flick had a great solution. He bought a bunch of really old and almost worthless cars, then lined them up for an excursion. If someone cut him off or failed to yield the right-of-way, he would hit them, leave that vechicle in the road and motion his next worthless car to the front of the line to continue the excursion.
That eye-contact stuff, shouting etc. is advised against by the fols who specialize in “road rage”
Challenging crazy people can cause all sorts of problems.
We had a woman here in Memphis last year who actually accelerated around a driver who had offended her (yes-it was two women) and slammed on her brakes (this on the interstate)
It caused quite an accident and last I heard the woman who slammed on the brakes was in prison (bllieve soemone died in the accident)
We have also had multyiple incidents of guns being pulled and shots fired - my particular favorite several years ago - the guy actually accelerated ahead of the drive who offended him - parked and drew a bead as the other guy drove by.
Note to self: if you see a guy who looks to be somewhere between 45-52 and has significant amounts of gray hair, that’s not Phlosphr.
Phlosphr, I got called Grandma once by a bunch of 16-17 year olds driving around, and I’m not even 20. It must just be something they do to get your goat. 
LOL NoClueBoy I do something similar, I yawn, laugh and shake my head as if to say “oh, you poor idiot child”.
Seems to drive them insane (flipping me off, yelling obscenities [at least I think they’re obscenities, hard to tell when their windows are rolled up etc] and generally having a serious COW from within their vehicle) , which of course makes me laugh harder and shake my head in an even MORE dismissive way.
I’m surprised they don’t spontaneously combust. They can’t STAND that someone has simply dismissed them, or thought them ridiculous enough to laugh or yawn at. We’re “supposed” to get all mad and flip the bird in return.
Really throws them for a loop when you don’t respond the way they expect you to.
Remember, often these assholes have helpless passengers in their cars, so please don’t do anything that might cause them to crash and die, trapped by twisted metal as burning gasoline flows over them. This includes the spotlights.
Here in Atlanta, I’ve been ticketed three times in fifteen years, each time for speeding. On each occasion, I was simply keeping up with the traffic flow, and really think I was picked at random. That’s the level of traffic enforcement we have here. I’d be happy if they’d just start ticketing the tailgaters and people who weave through all the lanes without using turnsignals. Or the people who drive in the middle of the night in a rainstorm with no lights on (I’m not kidding).
It has long been my fantasy to have a car, maybe a Chevy Suburban, with a pair of twin .50 caliber machine guns pointed fore and aft. It strikes me that this would allow me to express my road rage while deflecting other’s road rage directed toward me. “Get off my tail, semi-tractor- trailer with 80,000 of live hogs. THUMPA-THUMPA-_THUMPA…” Get out of my way, you sight seeing, speed limit observing old geezer. THUMPA-THUMPA-THUMPA…"
Maybe these are thoughts I should keep to my self.