My godfather was a merchant seaman. A hard fighten drinken brawlen old navy bloke.
A fella following behind him kept leaving his driving lights on behind him so he stopped in the middle of the pacific highway, went to the boot, got out a tyre iron, walked back to the vehicle, now sandwiched between two cars and smashed his driving lights.
Fella in the car didnt say a word.
Now THAT is quality road rage