So, yesterday afternoon I was cruising down the 2-lane highway, minding my own business in the right lane. As I'm parked there at 65mph (65 zone) this white minivan from out of state starts passing...almost. I don't know why, but the driver of this car (older gentleman) felt the need to match my speed and completely block the road. Not paying attention, not aware of lane useage laws, trying to be an "enforcer"...I don't know. It was fine for a moment, but then I notice a REALLY large red object coming up fast in my rear view. It was a large pickup doing in the 75-80 range right behind me. Sometimes I tap the brakes in a situation like this to activate the lights and wake up the driver, but he was already close enough that I didn't want to inadvertently drop any speed that he wouldn't be able to deal with. (I like my car and my neck the way they are.) Anyway, I don't know why but he chose to get to within a few inches of my bumper...right lane, remember...rather than the parked minivan, which at least would have made a little sense. I made a conscious effort not to let my blood pressure spike, which has taken a lot of practice. I stayed where I was until he changed lanes to the left. At this point I was getting ready for the guy in the truck to do something royally stupid, like the guy who had passed me on the shoulder that morning to gain a single car length in extremely heavy traffic. So my solution was to cancel cruise and drop down to 55 so that the the guy could pass on the right and get far away from me. The gap opened, he went around, no gestures were exchanged, and I didn't have to get mad at anyone. You probably think I'm on pills to be posting this story, but you have to understand how things are around here: this was an accomplishment. 99% of the time, a situation like this results in a small war. Maybe it's the fumes from Northeastern RFG?