Men after my own heart.
I'm a speeder known to reach speeds of 95 especially if I'm on a major interstate like 95 or 40, but I do not speed in residential or business areas. Basically if there's a sidewalk, I won't speed. I use my signals, I check my blindspots, I drive with my mirrors, I follow the 2 second rule and I don't cruise in the passing lane. I move out of the way for emergency vehicles and I don't try to beat them to the punch. I do tend to keep my radio up too loud.
But God help you if you piss me off. I have road rage in a way that would make your daddy cry. For example, driving out of the city I work in back towards my house there are 3 ways to go. One is an interstate. One goes through town, the other goes along the river. There is a lane closure on the interstate, so the other ways get majorly backed up, and the one I take home most often (through town) is no exception. There was a lady tailgating me today. Some comments.
"Why the smurf are you so close to me?"
"Stop riding my smurfing tailgate you heinous bitch."
"What the smurf is wrong with you? Did your smurfing cell phone kill off what was left of your goddamn braincells in your smurfing misshaped head and lead you to lose your spatial reasoning?"
"smurfing bitch, if you're going to climb up my ass you should buy me dinner first."
"WHAT THE smurf IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU GODDAMN PIECE OFMORON???? DID YOU LOSE AN EYE AND YOUR DEPTH PERCEPTION?! smurf YOU!"
And then I brake-checked her and threw and apple core at her. Someday, I will get murdered for this.