I relax, think calming thoughts. I try to find a good radio station.

I try mental telepathy "Read this, my good friend!"

I wonder if the driver's mother barked.

I refuse to lose my cool, though, because then they've successfully gotten me to do something I don't want to do! I won't give 'em the satisfaction.

I look for another lane to use. I hate to pass on the right, although it's legal in Michigan. Like Larry I long for the much more orderly, more correct European driving where most do what's expected of them.

It's less of a problem on a motorcycle. No, not the shoulder, have you seen the tire-munching debris that lives there? :eek" It's just that on a motocycle I need less room, and less time, for a safe pass on either side.

Sometimes, I daydream about a twin .50 cal on the hood.

BCingU, Jim