Interesting. I was riding with a coworker out of downtown. She has this very slow mountain bike from when she lived in Alaska and we were actually on our way to a LBS to look at something for her that is better suited to commuting here. Traffic was heavy and everyone was cranky. Coworker was going slow, but it wasn't slowing anyone down at all. We were stopping and going like everyone else. This guy in a minivan kept honking his horn and yelling at her to get off the road, she was too slow, the usual miscellaneous profanities. She finally snaps when we're stopped at a red light and they begin to exchange profanities. We're right in front of a bar near the federal courthouse that a lot of the court and corrections officers like to hang out at after work. A bunch of them are sitting at the outside tables with their beer. We happen to know a few of them because we treat their mentally ill & chemically dependent supervisees where we work. I could see they were ready to intervene if it turned really nasty. My coworker, who is a dual disorders therapist, finally finishes her tirade with "and you, sir, need anger management classes...and I can give you a referral!" The guy stops dead in his tracks. He starts smiling, then laughing and replied, I know, I know, my P.O. tells me that all the time." End of road rage. The corrections officers start laughing so hard I thought they would choke on their beer. Light changes and we continue to crawl along.