My better half has always struggled with, shall I say, road ‘irritation’. If I were impolite, I would term it what it appears to be, but ‘rage’ seems like such a strong term. He talks to people as we travel down the interstate: people who pull obtrusively in front of our vehicle, those who get into the fast lane and drag their taillights, 18 wheelers that block both lanes of traffic without a care or conscience and anybody else who refuses to respect traffic laws and road courtesy. He is well within his rights, but I do remind him on occasion, “They can’t hear you, but I can.”