Man ñ am I tired of fearing for my life when I get on the highway (or any Atlanta-area street, for that matter). I find myself getting closer and closer to erupting and loosing my road rage fantasies on people on the streets ñ a scary thought ñ so I thought I’d vent a little.

Here’s just one example: This weekend, I was heading to the recording studio, enjoying the lovely fall-ish weather, and listening to the Damian Marley CD when I looked into my rearview to find some moron who decided it was a good idea to be 3 inches away from my bumper. Obviously 70 miles per hour wasnít good enough for himÖyes, yes, I know ñ Iím supposed to be going at least 80, but Iím just not comfortable with that. I believe that whatever I can do for safety purposes ñ without totally interrupting the flow of traffic ñ should be done. And 10 mph can make a big difference.

Anyway, this guy had plenty of room to go around me. I was in the middle-right lane and all the other lanes were pretty open. But NO, this person just loved to be a fool and create a lovely environment for a pile-up. My method is always to slow down. I know this might not be the safest thing to do, but I do it slowly to just tell idiots like this guy: ìIím not going to speed up for you, so please get off my ass.î

I have not yet resorted to throwing things at people, and Iím not one to brandish one of those ìStay off my Assî bumper stickers, but I fear that I may one day have to do one or the other. I really wish Shelbinator would invent that golf ball-throwing machine already! So ñ whatís your method?