I wouldn't say I have road rage...I just get annoyed at stupid drivers. This means that I am annoyed about 98% of the time I'm driving here in Milwaukee.
I mean, c'mon...what else can be said of rubber-neckers who literally stop their cars in the middle of the freeway to look at an accident? That's just the tip of the iceberg.
I have never gotten into a shouting match with, nor threatened another driver. I have also never attempted to use my car as a battering ram (although I've felt like it at times), and when someone is being pig-headed, I usually give them the right of way without any hand signals on my part. However, I have had some pretty freaky things happen to me. Once, when I was in college, I was driving with a few guys on I-35 between Waco and Temple, TX, and a car passed us going rather fast. The guy in the back seat of my car decided to put down his window and flip off the guys in the car that passed us. Well, they SLAMMED on their brakes in the MIDDLE of the freeway, and came to a screeching halt. As I passed them, I could see the driver with is upper body virtually hanging out the side window, his face contorted with rage, screaming. They then proceeded to chase us down the freeway, cutting in front of me and hitting their brakes a couple of times. I'm glad they didn't have a gun, because they were out of their minds, and I am sure they probably would have taken a shot at me if they had one.
Another incident happened when I was in San Francisco. I was driving towards the area of the city I lived in, and there was an old woman driving a station wagon, honking, screaming and swearing at everyone around her. As luck would have it, she turned behind me and followed me down the road. When I stopped at a stop sign, she stopped behind me, and IMMEDIATELY honked at me and yelled at me to get moving. I heard her because I had the window down. I stuck my head out the window and said, "Lady, behave yourself!" She yelled back, "Fuck you, don't tell me to behave myself, you wanna get rammed?" I had two choices at that point - get out of the car and get into it with her, or continue on my way. I chose the latter, but called the police and reported her when I got home. They said they couldn't do anything unless she had actually caused some damage to the car I was driving, or caused me physical injury. I'm glad it didn't come to that.
Wouldn't it be nice if people could control themselves better?