Some very small, old Hispanic man in an old, beat-up, red Ford pickup actively tried to run me off the interstate at 70mph that day, tailgating me super closely and then trying to swerve into me, screaming violently and pointing at my back bumper. So naturally I slammed on my brakes in the middle of I-5 which caught him way off guard, then waved at him with a big smile and then the middle finger - before immediately going to Starbucks where I told my trans barista all about it