I get fed up with bumping into chavs in souped up corsas or middle aged men in anonymous rice rockets, or even recently vulgarians in Cayennes trying to burn off my 944 turbo all the time. I just say turn the other cheek old girl, you could probably trash them or give them a wake up call, but you were born in 1987, so deserve a graceful retirement... and petrol costs 50p a yard! ...and yes samantha - I like the idiosyncracies too.