I have a couple of stories.
First one was probably 5ish years ago, I was driving home in my black truck (f150 Supercab 6.5' bed) and I needed to get onto the frontage road, which is a right-hand turn. The street I was on, the three lanes as you approach the freeway were, from left to right, Left turn under the overpass, straight/left turn, right-turn only. Traffic was pretty heavy, and there were some teenagers in an older Taurus that was playing the old "close the gap, open the gap" game to try and keep me from merging. Every time I put on my blinker and tried moving over, they'd close the gap by about a foot. So as we got closer to the light, I HAD to take that turn, or get stuck going straight or turning left and looping back around. Well, as soon as they opened the gap, I simply shoved my truck into the spot. I had about 4-6" of clearence on either end (Sorry guy in front of me!) They got all pissy and went into the center lane to yell obscenities at me. I gave them the finger, told them to go fuck themselves, rolled up my windows and made my turn. That truck was 14'4" from the tow hooks in front to the trailer ball out back. Give me 14'5" and I'll take it. Fucking kids playing games.
An other time that comes to mind, and God bless that day I forgot to bring my firearm with me, a major asshole ran me off the road, quite literally. On a 4-lane street with a left turn lane, I'm in the right hand lane, and a jackass in a quad cab diesel dodge ram dually with stacks pulling a 40-ft flatbed gooseneck trailer is in the left hand lane. Another jackass stops in front of him to turn left, STILL IN THE TRAFFIC LANE. The dodge slows down, and suddenly without warning and without looking, slams on the gas and moves into my lane. I'm about half-way past his trailer when this happens and we're all going about 40mph. I slam on my brakes, lay on my horn and go full lock to the right, jump the curb and barely miss taking out the speed limit sign. He never heard my horn because his exhaust was so loud, the sound it literally smothered every other sound around him. I'm calling him every name in the god damned book, and I pull up next to him at the light. He still has his windows up and is pointed not looking in my direction, even when I start throwing pennies at him. He may not have paid attention, but he knew exactly what he did after the fact and he clearly wasn't sorry.
fleshconsumed's story also reminds me of another time in my black truck, there was a traffic jam at a popular restaurant that I used to eat breakfast at almost every day. I was backed into a spot that had one of those parking lot stoppers, then a curb with a small grassy median behind it, and an empty parking lot behind that. A cute-ish young woman in a small car, like a Corolla or something, was waiting for me to exit my spot so she could park there, but there were too many cars entering the parking lot and movement had stalled because every spot was full. Cars were lined up behind her out into the street almost, I couldn't move forward, and she couldn't move backward. So, I did what any guy would do: I put it in 4wd low, put it in reverse, gave the girl a little wave and blew her a kiss, then drove backwards over the obstacles. She was clearly not used to seeing such behavior, because when she realized what I was doing, her eyes lit up with a child-like glee, she got this huge grin on her face and started laughing, and she waved at me as I pulled away and exited the neighboring parking lot.