I have a friend. Very good guy. Graduated from the Institute of IMD. He went to work in our brave militia. And he had a car VAZ 2106, but on that unfortunate day something broke, and without a car he, well, it is impossible: he has arrests, seizures and even God knows what. In short, after a long negotiation, he took a lexus from his father. He goes, he goes to himself, well, and rolls a beehive before him, cuts. The friend, frankly, looks quite young, well, in the runway of the driver, apparently, burned it. A friend begins to circle her on the extreme left strip, beha also on the left. One to the right, one to the right, one to the left, one to the left. It lasts a while. A friend does not think long calls to his, so, so, so, the number of the car is so, I would have a phone as! He calls the driver:

D: Did you, Gandon, really drive that way?! to

And further in the same spirit...To say that the driver was upset, means not to say anything!!Doooolgo apologized, and assured that it would never happen again!!!Then he clung to the side and missed a friend.
This was the case for a man who did not respect other road users.