I wouldn't even be provoking them -hell, not even LOOK at them, but sure enough the light turns green, I pull out, and you hear the most pathetic, blown-exhaust sound explode right next to me as these tools try to "make an example" out of me.
I'd leave them multiple car lengths behind, decide 75 on certain Peoria streets isn't the best of ideas, slow down, and they try to act hard when they come along side me
Maybe it's 'cause my car is covered in an inch of salt and dirt. Maybe it's age is decieving. Maybe I'm an idiot magnet. Who knows. Thanks for the vent