Now, what I do to the left lane hogs is the best: I'm comin' off the bridge going about 105 mph. Stupid moron in the left lane in front of me is going about 65. That's right, 65. In a 60, in the left hand lane. You see my fustration. Anyway, I keep going about 100 until I absolutely have to stop because this beish won't get over. So, to teach that person a lesson, I whip out from behind them, step on the gas, whip back in front (real close like...) and slam on the brakes. Not to much though becuz I don't actually want them to hit me... They generally freak out and get in the middle lane immeadiately. It's a good time. Now, I'm not saying that I have no regard for my car becuz I love my car. It's a one onwer, no accident car and she's my baby. But sometimes people got to be told.