Sometimes I say the rosary while I'm commuting. Seriously, it seems to calm my temper. But sometimes I find myself pointing out, probably not politely, to the cagers that they are "worthless motherf**king polluting lazy car driving sons of B*tches". Sometimes I use gestures. I rarely chase down cars. I've stopped carrying a weapon, since I'm a peace activist. Unfortunately, I'm not very mellow, though it is one of the things I'm working on. Alas! Commuting in Salt Lake City is not relaxing.