To my eternal shame when I was in my twenties I used to be “that” guy! I was the one sat in lane two blocking the traffic in order to stop the queue jumpers. When limiters came in I was the nougat who’d overtake anything a fraction of a mph slower than me regardless of the chaos behind me, I’d knock it into neutral on a downhill section in my desperation to get past, id outbrake other lorries on approach to roundabouts just to eke out a little advantage. In short I was a complete ■■■■■
My road to Damascus moment came on a trip to Scotland where I had time to kill and so set the cruise at 86kph instead of the usual 90 with my foot on the accelerator just in case I’d missed a bit! What a revelation that trip was; no more anger, frustration and road rage.
I like to think that that epiphany was the moment I actually matured as a driver, now I just shrug and contend myself with the fact that I earn more than the teararses for doing the same job.
This is like an AA meeting where I’ve just unburdened myself. 