Once upon a time, about three-four years ago, I was going up I-87, just north of the Twin Bridges over the Mohawk River. There was an old Dodge Aries in front of me, doing about 55 mph in the left lane. A guy in maybe his late 50s to early 60s was in the driver's seat, with long hair. I went by him as if he was standing still (about 70 mph at the time). As I pulled in front of him, he flipped me the bird. Now, there was no reason for him to do this. I hadn't done anything warranting this reaction. So, I took my foot off the accelerator in an attempt to slow down so I could draw alongside. He slows down. I pulled out of the left lane, and he didn't speed up. So, I continued along at his rate of speed, and my exit was coming up, so I got off the road. As I was in the exit lane, I saw this guy go by as someone also passed him. He flipped that driver off, too.
I've often wondered what his DU name was. This inDUHvidual just seemed to be full of piss and vinegar.