This morning, my version of the overly aggressive driver was the guy in a Bentley or Maserati, one of those expensive 4 door sporty looking sedans. He pulled into my lane with me in it right next to me. I veered right, stared at him as he got stuck in more traffic and left him behind. In all, he went from 5 mph to 30 mph to 0 mph in the space of 50 feet. I wonder if it made him feel better.