Has crappy driving become a fashion statement?!

Tommy and I headed out today to run some errands.  On the Beltline people were driving like raving lunatics!  Have they gone MAD in the Madtown!  I couldn't believe the stunts some people were trying to pull.  I drive a 2003 Ford Focus, a small car, but it sits surprisingly high.  That being said, I had a red pickup truck tailgating me between Verona Road and Whitney Way.  This *expletive deleted* was so close to my bumper that I could only see the grill of his truck in my rearview.  I was traveling slightly slower that the flow of traffic and my speedometer said that I was going 68 mph.  The speed limit is only 55 mph on the Beltline, and I'm about to become a hood ornament on a pickup truck bigger than Magilla Gorilla!  Sorry I'm not going fast enough for you there, Scooter!  When I found an opening and pulled into the next lane, Dale Jr. passed me by like I was standing still.  He had to have gotten that thing up to at least 90 and was weaving in and out like a punt returner going for the end zone!

Finally, we reached our exit.  I breathe a sigh or relief.  I'm off the Beltline!  And alive!  YAY!!!  Now I find myself on a road with one lane on either side, oncoming traffic in the lane to my left, speed limit, 25 mph.  Next thing I know, this POS Japanese compact car that hasn't seen an oil change since '87 pulls out from behind me into oncoming traffic and puts all six of it's horsepower into passing me.  Parked cars are lining the curb on either side, meaning no one can pull over to let this maniac through.  Slamming on my brakes and moving as far right as I could without slamming a parked car, it was still only by the grace of the Almighty Himself that this psychopath didn't cause an eleven car pile up!  A block and a half later I pulled up along side this same rust bucket to find a lady older than Bob Dole wilting behind the wheel with a cell phone glued to her ear and a "late for bingo" grimmace.  She glared at me and FLIPPED ME OFF!  As the light turned green, she slammed the gas and pushed those six horses to the limit.  It was simply the most wrong situation I have ever been in!  It is a miracle that I made it home with my son, both of us still alive.  The greatest part of this story is that the errand we needed to run that took us into these situations was that I needed to pay my car insurance!  Oh, the irony.  I'm glad its a good policy!