In my old truck, an '88 Bronco with a winch, 33" tires and an NRA sticker, I never had trouble on the freeways, but on the days I used to have to take my wife's old car somewhere, a Toyota Corolla with corny girl stickers, somewhere I was constantly getting fvckheads playing roadtag, cutting me off, and riding my azz. Usually it was the retards that drive those Hyundais with 9' high spoilers and cheesy plastic rice boy add-ons.

Now days in my F-250 the worst thing I have to worry about is minivans with fish emblems, ribbon magnets, and Cheney/Palin stickers doing 45 MPH in the fast lane.
In my wife's new BMW, it's Volkswagen Jetta/Passat drivers with an inferiority complex that pull the "If you try to pass me, I'm going to accelerate to 90 and then slow to 55 once I get alongside the next car" routine.

Welcome to Washington, land of the stupid.