Had some doofus on Hard Rd blocking traffic in the left lane the other night. He would speed up to the speed limit, then slow down to about 28 or so. I'd get over into the right lane, he'd speed back up to 35. It was some older guy (40's probably) that was just yacking with what looked like his son. Dude was driving an early model Integra with faux carbon fiber altezza tail lights, and the usual ratty ass fart cannon. When I had an opening I dropped it a gear or two and got around him. I couldn't tell if he was about to have a Paul Walker sized orgasm or he thought I was stupid, but he looked like he was having a seizure of some sort.
I also like to do what I call clutch-checking. I had some idiot riding my ass on 315 one day and the usual slowing down, getting over, speeding up regimen wasn't cutting it. So I put my car in third and let the clutch out really quickly, causing the rear end to buck up, and me to slow down, but without break lights. Needless to say after the fucker when full lock on their ABS at 70mph they backed off.