Tonight was a certainly a first for me. I was just setting of on my way to Pflugerville to play volleyball when I was cut off by a minivan driver turning right on red (legal in the US, but not when someone—i.e. me—is coming through the junction). I honked my horn, muttered a few choice words, overtook them, and that was that.
A couple of turns later I was catching up with someone in a truck and thought I would be able to overtake before we came to a T-junction where I had to turn right. So I started to overtake, but the guy (I assume it was a guy) in the truck began to speed up too. One of those people, I guess, who doesn’t like to be overtaken. I probably should have backed off at that point, since the turn was coming up, but I judged that I could still overtaken in time, which I did, but I did leave it a bit close and he honked his horn at me as I pulled in front of him. Fair enough. I was in the wrong, and maybe the adrenaline was still pumping a little from the previous incident.