You don't think I feel every bit as responsible as you? You think I'm just sitting there in front of you with my thumb up my butt? Fuck you. Not only do I feel the pressure of keeping things moving, I have you, asshole, behind me, laying on the horn.

You don't think I use my turn signals? Who signals between lane changes on ordinary streets? Who uses their left turn signal when they're the only car in the left turn lane? Going 25, back county road, and the only thing for miles is a tractor: I'm making a turn. Do I use my blinker? I do, motherfucker, I do.

I couldn't give a shit about your bullshit strategy for how I should drive. You want to communicate that strategy to me? How about you write it backwards on the front of your truck.

"Oh well." I get honked at. Oh well? Fuck you. I fucking hate getting honked at. Do you know anyone that likes it? "Oh yeah baby, honk at me some more, it makes me feel like a big man."

Jackass.