I have 2 stories about road rage.
One time I was with my parents going somewhere, I forget where. A guy in some car (a Caprice or something I think) cuts my dad off and narrowly avoids hitting him. My dad proceeds to honk his horn and flip the guy off. At the next red light when the guy is stopped in front of us, he gets out of his car. This guy was HUGE. He was at least 6' 5'' and all muscle. He comes up to the window and starts yelling at my dad, asking him what the fuck his problem was, if he wanted to start something, etcetera. Luckily my dad had the brains to be passive and just let the guy vent and leave.
Another time I was with my friend on my way to drop him off at his house. We're on a small road with a lot of traffic. On one side there's an entrance/exit for a very small restaurant/shopping center. There was a lot of traffic this day, and when there's that many cars, it's almost impossible to see the other traffic.The speed limit is 30. I'm doing about 25 because the traffic started moving on my side. All of a sudden, these two old ladies in an Impala or whatever it was decide not to look and pull out into oncoming traffic. I slammed on the breaks and narrowly avoided T-Boning them by about 2 inches, I kid you not. They just looked a me like I was crazy... and I looked at them with a look of anger and proceeded to yell "fuck you" out the window.