[BDBohnzie]

(My apologies for the language ahead of time)
My absolute favorite rubberneck/rage situation: driving back from my honeymoon, started Saturday 9am in Key West, stayed overnight in Santee, SC and continued Sunday towards home. I'm on 95 somewhere between Fredericksburg and Lorton, so traffic is already a bear, but got worse because of an accident on the main line, so once I get the opportunity, I get on the HOV lanes (nearly sideswiped by an asshole who at the last second swerves onto the HOV lanes in front of me) and continue North. Traffic is crawling for several miles.

We get to 1/2 mile before the accident point and naturally everyone is slowing down the watch, which is pissing me off because I've been in the car for essentially 18 of the last 26 hours, and this was the last thing I needed. I'm watching people slow to almost a stop to see this accident, and now I'm at boiling point. So as I get to the accident, the car in front of me (one that almost sideswiped me) comes to a 3 second STOP to see the accident before continuing on. I laid on the horn while yelling (convertible, top down) and flipping the car off. I'm pretty sure I was 17 shades of red and blue, and continued to do so until I was able to swing past them.

Rubberneckers suck, as do those who slow down for Cops that are already detained. And, I do my best to keep a few car lengths from the person in front of me...which doesn't always work when their speed goes from 65 to 55 to 70 to 58 to 67 to 53, and when Johnny Pencildick with his Miata swerves in front of me so I have to slam on my brakes, just to get ahead of soccer mom and her minivan full of kids, even though if he had let off the accelerator, he could have eased in behind me with little to no trouble.