I used a very derogatory term to describe the driver who turned in front of me this morning. I didn’t just think it; I said it out loud for nobody to hear but myself. I understand road rage better than I want to. I’m not a very nice person from behind the wheel. I’m intolerant of other people’s faults. I’m impatient and I’m more likely to become irritable. I enjoy driving, so it’s not that being behind the wheel puts me in a bad mood. But it seems there is something about being in control of a car on the road that stimulates creaturely attitudes and behavior.