Ive got one for you guys. I was driving down a 3 lane interstate in the middle lane one evening about 10pm with the cruise set at 75. This little "shitbox" with a chick driving two guy passengers flys by doing at least 90 in the left lane. Didnt think anything of it. 30 seconds later they move two lanes over to the right lane and I pass them. Im watching in the rear view as they swerve over two lanes to the far left and then take about a minute to catch up and once again go flying by. This process repeats and the whole time none of them even so much as looks at me. The 4th time they pass on the left I kind give the passenger the hand open shrug like "what are you doing"? No swearing, no finger, just curiosity at what is going on. They immediately swerve in front of me and slam on the brakes. I jerk left and go around. Thank God for good handling. This ticks them off so they pull up behind me with the brights flashing holding middle fingers out of 3 windows. She then gets so close to my rear bumper that I can barely see the top of her car. Before I was laughing, at that point I'm ticked so I pop it in sport and gun the gas leaving them in the dust. I back off after a bit when they are well behind. 10 minutes later they catch up, pass on the right while giving me the finger, and then exit the interstate. I still have no idea what their deal was.

2nd story - pre-X days. Back home in Tennessee, me and a buddy had just finished golfing and were headed home on a two lane highway in my '99 Cougar. For future reference, we had the back seats folded down with the golf bags laying there. Just before I need to make a right turn and as I was slowing down with blinker on, a car pulls out of a bait shop and proceeds to drive on the shoulder right next to me preventing me from turning. I hit the brakes, lay on the horn, and make the right as he goes past. He then turns behind me and gives chase. I know this road so I floor it and out drive him though the twisties. I slow down to go over a very quick up and down. He doesnt, catches 2 feet of air, and goes by. He then proceeds to slam on the brakes and block the road. I try to go by but he floors it and blocks. Does this a couple times. He does it again, blocking me on a hairpin turn so I cant go around, and gets out of his car shirtless, shoeless, and wearing cut off tight jean shorts. Obviously no place to hide a weapon if you know what I mean. I get out too because I dont want him fckin with my car. He starts making threats until my buddy grabs a 9 iron and stands there staring at him. He sees the club and realizes he's outnumbered and outgunned and walks back to his car screaming. He pulls away, I follow a hundred yards behind(this is my way home afterall). He gets pissed again a mile or so later and stops in the middle of the road but doesnt block me this time. He gets out of the car waiting on us. This time I don't stop, but drive by close enough that my buddy got a good shot at him with the 9-iron. Caught the guy right in the balls. Priceless. That was the end of the chase.