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Not anymore.
I wasn't ever that bad, but would occasionally flip someone the bird if they deserved it. That all stopped about ten years ago on an interstate near Denison, TX. I was in the slow lane behind an 18-wheeler and decided to pass him, which involved getting in -- you guessed it -- the fast lane. I signaled and pulled over into the other lane. A car who had to be doing well over 100 mph to reach me that quickly (the limit was 60) came out of nowhere and got right up on my bumper. I passed the truck and got back into the slow lane, as I had always intended to do. As they guy who had been on my ass blew by, I flipped him off. He slowed down to match speeds and was hanging out his window yelling stuff like "Pull that motherf*cking car over! Pull it over!". I didn't think that was such a great idea, and just kept driving and tried to remain calm. Then the guy started veering into my lane like he would run me off the road. Finally when I didn't react to him he yelled something at me, flipped me off and sped away. That was the last time I ever flipped anyone off.
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