I grew up in a beach/tourist town with only a four lane bridge to get on and off the island. During the height of season I took great joy in passing cars at the top of the bridge and not seeing them until 8 or 9 miles later. The downside was thrown cans, slurpee cups and such. I actually had one guy drive over a curb trying to shove me off the rode. A buddy of mine wound up with a broken collarbone and bike when a car blew past him and then turned into a shopping center. He was doing about 25 at the time and broke the passenger's door window.
Just this past weekend I became highly annoyed when a group of motorcycles thought it was funny to throttle blast our paceline. We were on a paved shoulder with plenty of room and these _______ rolled over to the line and blew exhaust all over us. I find it particularly irritating since motorcyclist complain about visibility and courtesy. Oh well, I just waved and sad have a nice day. They obviously have bigger problems than me.