Fiends behind the wheel

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Ever thought of how strange people can sometimes be. You meet nice people all the time; genial, happy, courteous, simple, kind. You chat with them, get to know them and then feel that the human race is really quite fantastic with such a lot of wonderful people around. And then what happens? You put these same people behind a wheel, a steering wheel I mean, and alooo something happens. All of a sudden they change and all out of recognition. The nice guy, that sweet doll becomes something alien to this planet, almost fiends. And there is no explaining how or why this takes place. If you haven't noticed, then sit up and start watching men and women behind the wheel. It can be a most interesting study of human behaviour. It's hard to believe that a collection of machinery and metal that go to make a chassis are capable of producing some of the most unbecoming, untoward and sometimes monstrous reactions ever seen. Like I was driving, minding my business when this chap who at a junction has to halt at the white line because drivers of the other road has right of way, suddenly decides he's just going ahead. I have a suspicion he wouldn't have done it if the driver had been a man instead of a woman at the wheel! Only suspicion, but some men can't stand a woman at the wheel let alone be behind them on the road and the sight of just any woman driver brings out the worst in them So he buldozes himself ahead. I brake so hard that my car stalls on the incline at that point. He then stares at me, whizzes past with a look of elation and personal victory that often settle on faces of people like him; people who don't think anybody else matters except themselves. Of course it's nothing to go hot about. Why waste energy? Why do people become hostile, arrogant and suddenly develop an exaggerated sense of their own importance and what's worse become even vicious when they get behind a steering wheel?