The only ones more annoying than that bunch are the slow drivers whom you legally pass; but who then speed up up, pass you, and slow down again in front of you, often accompanied by a self-satisfied smirk that says, "Ha! I'm in front of you again!" I only come across that type once or twice a year, and I really don't understand them. Even aside from speculation about what weird mental disturbances underlie their bizarre behavior, one has to wonder how these people manage to get through their day-to-day lives if they insist on driving slowly but also hate being passed.
Close behind them (see what I did there?) in terms of puzzlement are the ones who will tailgate, flash their lights, blare their horns, and bare their digits at drivers in front of them in the right lane who are driving too slowly for their liking, when a perfectly good left lane is available for their passing pleasure. I don't understand that bunch, either. I always suspect extreme self-centeredness bordering on sociopathy. They want to do what they want to do, and they consider even having to changing lanes to be an intolerable imposition.
Other than non driving while impaired, I've become persuaded that observing the three-second rule is the simplest and most effective way to dramatically reduce your chances of being in an accident. Most people up here religiously observe it, probably because of the deer. We're lousy with deer. Having to suddenly brake to avoid hitting another vehicle that suddenly braked to avoid a suicidal deer is a very common thing.
Rich
1 thing I saw yesterday: surface street, 2 lanes each direction, at a red light - foggy, dreary morning. The guy in the right lane across the intersection from me wanted to make a right turn on red. His vision was blocked by the taller vehicle in the left lane, so he did the "creep forward until I can see" thing. He did this to where he could see over the hood of that vehicle, didn't see a car coming, and started to go. That was right when the bicycle came into view and they very nearly collided. There was some arm-waving, yelling, and swearing action going on for a while.
Something I see a lot on interstates: Not giving a semi a chance to change lanes. I see it all the time, but I watched a guy end up sideways in the median one day. The semi, in the right lane, was coming up on a slower vehicle. I was coming up from behind, and had the sense that he was about to change lanes, so I slowed down behind him. The truck started to move, and had his signal on, when a knucklehead probably on cruise control, passed me and got even with the rear wheels of the trailer. He slowly got forced onto the left shoulder and eventually slid down into the median.
In my corner of Michigan if you leave a three second gap, three cars will fill it. God, I hate the Detroit area freeways.
I think some semi truck drivers put on the signal, count to 5, and move whether there are cars there or not. Most are pretty good, but some just use the might is right philosophy.
My dad used to drive a truck in his early days for a summer job. When I was a kid I watched him signal with his headlights whenever semis were wanting to change lanes. I do it, too. It's nice to see them acknowledge so I figure I made somebody's day a little easier.
The headlight signal means "You have enough room to move over in front of me now."
When I get a tailgater (rare) I found that engine braking scares the crap out of them, and then they back waaaaaaaay off because they think my brake lights don't work.
We don't get that much here except around Albany and Kingston. I think it has to do with driver frustration because most of the people are the same ones who are very polite drivers elsewhere.
Albany is the state capital. It's also where a number of large hospitals (including a V.A. hospital that serves a huge geographic area) that get patients from all over the region are located. Consequently, a lot of people driving in Albany aren't quite sure where they're going, but are in a major hurry to get there. Being an important state capital, there are also the occasional motorcades, terror threats, and other annoyances that go along with that status. All of those factors make for a lot of frustration, and frustrated drivers tend to be less polite and rational than relaxed ones.
When I have to go to Albany, I always allow myself at least half an hour to 45 minutes extra time. I kill it drinking coffee near my destination if I wind up not needing it. But I'm semi-retired and have that luxury. Most people don't.
Kingston is the only city of any consequence (and barely, at that) within about a hundred miles to the west and sixty miles to the north, so it gets a lot of shopping-by-necessity traffic. It's the nearest place where probably a hundred thousand or more people can get certain things, and on a typical day, there are two or three times as many people who don't live in Kingston on its roads as there are people who actually live there and know the lay of the land. It's also a city that's grown much too busy for its physical size and infrastructure, which also makes it a frustrating place to drive.
There are some pretty substantial hills on I-70 in the west half of MO. Trucks go up slow, and come down fast. There are enough non-situationally aware car drivers out there to screw things up. They'll pull right up to the back of the trailer, then swoop around and pull right back in front, usually just at the top of the hill when the truck picks up speed again. Then they get mad when the truck either passes them right back on the downhill or has to ride his brakes on their bumper.
When I was little I used to see my parents flash their lights at trucks to let them know they could move back over....later, taking my driver's test I was puttering along at the speed limit with the examiner in the right seat and got passed by a truck. I flashed my lights to let him know he could move back over and the examiner was happily incredulous that I knew about that. Up until then I assumed it was common knowledge to be courteous on the road, and of course once I really started driving I realized the ugly truth.