I'll be the first to admit to agressive driving (hence my uncharacterically low FE). But I drive like a *jerk* for entirely *different* reasons:

-- Passing SUVs who insist on driving 40 MPH on rt695 (omg! The car is so *big*! I'm afraid to drive it 55!)

-- Getting the hell out of the way of narcoleptic truck drivers (Dude! If I drive for 48 hours straight without stopping or sleeping, I'll get a *big* bonus!)

-- Avoiding the Elder Zombies (You young whipper-snapper! I've been driving since before *cars* were invented! My first set of wheels was a covered wagon!)

-- Dodging the Ultra-Yuppie wives (Huge mini-van, Starbucks latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, and TV mounted on the dashboard, car full of screaming soccer brats.)

Evading ghetto hoodlems (Yo, G! I got my windows tinted so *dark* that even *I* can't see out of them! But let me crank up my rap music so loudly that I can't even hear an ambulance coming! And, yo, havin' a valid driving license and insurance is fo' suckahs!)

And that's just the tip of the iceburg! Ha ha ha!

Indeed... In Baltimore, courtesy is seen as a sign of weakness and only the strong survive! Or, as Sprinstien said (ha ha) "The highway's filled with broken heros on a last-chance power-drive". Ha ha ha!