If I ever plead temporary insanity, my defense would be built around road rage.  I’ve got a baaaad case of this.  What’s with all the dumbasses and assholes on the road, anyway?  I suppose my lack of patience and tolerance behind the wheel makes me one of them.  I can’t help it…  There are so many honkworthy moments when driving, I feel justified to tap the horn a little – just a little - to let someone know they are driving me up a friggin’ wall.  In a Corolla, it sounds more like a bicycle horn.  Nothing threatening about it.  My blood pressure is rising as we speak.  Normally, I’m a pretty calm, nice person.  But, put me behind a couple tons of metal and some glass and I go all Jekyll and Hyde.  I should start doing yoga.