Okay I am probably going to get yelled at for this one but here goes… This should the law.
If you are over the age of 62 don't work and/ or handicap labeled you should not be allowed to be on the road between the hours of 6:30 AM-8:30 AM and 11:30 AM-1:00 PM and 4:30 PM- 6:30 PM unless it is an emergency in which case you should have called 911 because you are not going to get there in time. I live in a rural area of North Georgia south of Chattanooga, TN and I travel a 2 lane state route that is very straight with a posted speed of 55 actual average speed traveled in mornings and evenings is more like 65-70. I cannot tell you how many friggin old farts get out there and do 35. It irritates me to no end. Obviously you have no where you need to be so stay home. The other things when you are on the interstate and person a is in the right lane doing the exact same speed as the guy b in the left lane driving side by side at or below the speed limit (I call the recommendations).

I don't understand the Ding-dongs who HAVE to get directly in front of a moving 10,000 lb 30 year old RV before the next red light. WITHOUT FAIL these ladies (and occasional nerdy dude) in nimble little 4 wheel disc-braked cars come zooming around me, engine screaming, and slam on their brakes stopping where I am about to be. WHERE THE @#% AM I SUPPOSED TO GO??!!?? How about on top of your stupid ass? RRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!
I've seen a thousand upturned noses and terrified eyes in rearview mirrors as "Brownie, the World's Greatest Crappy Old RV ™ comes barreling down on them, front brakes locked and tires smoking. It's the lack of foresight that pisses me off. You can almost hear their thought process; Zoom! "Wow, my little car stops great!" Then they realize their mistake and "AAhhhhhh!!!"
This happens over and over. The more space I leave the worse it gets. The slower I go the worse it gets and the horns start. However If I tailgate, sway with false lane change lunges and dart around in low gear letting my glasspacks bark and pop, people tend to give me a wide berth. 🙂
Almost as bad are people who decide to "hang-out" with you on the freeway. Unable or unwilling to drive alone, they latch onto you to form a nice little social group so they can zone out and follow the herd. Except now I can't merge or change lanes, and god forbid there was an emergency. We would all go crashing to our deaths because they are paralyzed by their own self-induced groupthink. "GET AWAY YOU BASTARDS!!"
I have resorted to driving erratically in order to scare these motorized zombies away and make it too frustrating to latch on to me. It's kinda funny to watch people next to me get frustrated without realizing it because they can't seem to match my speed. In my old Polara I can rock the steering wheel and make the front and back of the car swing like a pendulum without even changing direction, which makes traffic part like a drop of soap in a pan of oily water.

The photo says it all. The asshats who insist on taking a left into the far lane from a straight only lane because I refuse to let them in. See the light by my house has one turn lane onto a 2 lane road. so unfortunately, every day after work we sit through 5 – 8 iterations of the light waiting politely for our turn. There's always that guy who's too entitled to wait like the rest of us, and we always refuse to let him in after he comes flying up on the right, so he just makes the left anyway, usually about hitting someone in the process. I'm usually the person who gets up next to Captain Asshat, makes eye contact and cusses em out at the next light – which is always red.
Thankfully, after many complaints to the police, there's one posted on each corner now on a motorcycle just waiting for Mr. Entitled to attempt his turn – and without fail there's someone pulled over daily.

1. Drivers that fan out across the freeway and pace each other. Nothing infuriates me more than getting stuck behind 5 dipshits that are all going 53 MPH on a 5 lane freeway with a 65 MPH speed limit.
2. Dumbshits with a cell phone to their head or texting while driving. Yes there are laws against this here but it doesn't stop these morons.
3. Assholes that cannot navigate a simple interchange. If you can't figure out the farking freeway then stay off of it. This goes for the fucks that "Wall Up" the transition lane. There are 2 lanes there for a reason, so those who get over can make room for the others.
BTW the book cover does remind me of another dipshit that did hit my truck years ago in Vegas. Dumbass came from the extreme right lane at a light and clipped my front end making a left right in front of me. There wasn't any real damage but the rub mark still pisses me off to this day.

A-Freakin'-Men on the unnecessary yielding thing. It annoys me to no end, because it's a fairly common insurance scam. By the time the law shows up, there can be six or more injured parties that claim to have been in the car that only had one occupant at the time of the collision.

RE: Point #2. I believe it is the law in all fifty states that the car to the right at a four-way stop has the right of way. This is really only of relevance when two or more people stop simultaneously or for determining fault in a collision, though. Common sense says that he who stopped first, goes first.
What I hate is when I'm stopping at a four-way stop and some asshat on the other street takes it as a sign that they can just gun it through the intersection.

The thing that bugs me is when I'm slowly rolling down the Interstate (five days a week, got the commuter blues) and the brake lights on the car in front of me are going on and off every five or ten seconds. I mean, the guy isn't actually slowing down; he's just continually fine-tuning his speed by going back-and-forth between goosing the gas pedal and nudging the brake pedal, as though the third alternative – letting off the gas and just coasting in "D" – is completely outside the compass of his driving skills. The problem with this is that when I see his brake lights go on, I would assume that he might actually be slowing down or even coming to a halt, but after a little while I see that 95% of the time he's just fiddling with the brake pedal. This makes his brake lights useless to me; I have to continually, unblinkingly monitor his motion in order not to rear-end him.
The other thing is being right behind an SUV in that kind of slow-mo traffic and having to stare at its horrible fat ass. When you combine this with brake lights every five seconds, you get a perfect mix of I-275 commuter irritants. Even full-sized pickups are usually somewhat see-through so you can tell whether the entire line of traffic is lighting up the brakes or it's just that one guy trimming his speed, but those accursed SUVs are usually completely opaque from the POV of the guy behind, so you can't see through or past those ugly-ass things to tell if you really need to hit the brakes when his brake lights come on.

slow mergers
people who cut me off and slow down
left lane crawlers
Any time I am required to take evasive maneuvers my blood boils. This is when the road rage kicks in and I seriously consider using my 6000lb. truck as a weapon. The wife is helping me work through this and now we typically drive her car when errand running.

You, sir, are my hero.

In the past, I've been irritated by most of the above. As I get older, I believe that the supply of idiots will never waver, while my time and happiness are both finite. As a result, I make an effort to simply change lanes (metaphorically and literally) as smoothly as possible and keep moving on with my business. I now consider it a failing if I finish a drive angry at a stranger. Not that I always succeed in this approach, but I am finding that I enjoy driving more again. The goal is to 'flow' from start to stop on my trip with as little bother from others as possible. Sometimes that's pretty hard: like when the cop on a cell phone in his cruiser rolled through a stop sign and cut me off, tires skidding, and he just kept on rolling… completely oblivious. Nevertheless, that's my goal. To enjoy *my* drive, not worry about 86 ass-holes on the road – they are just part of the scenery, to be accounted for like curbs, potholes, stop-signs, and other aspects of 4-wheel functioning.

Other motorists are always honking, yelling at me and giving me the finger. I simply don't understand why people are so rude.

I used to live in a small town where people would pull out in front of you at the last possible moment just so they could go 15 mph for a block, practically stop, and turn left, instead of using the mile-long gap behind you. One day it happened 3 times. I'm glad it didn't happen a fourth time because I was ready to start using the chrome horn instead of the noise making one.
Back home on the farm a few weeks ago I had a lot of fun in just one mile. Driving a big 2wd tractor with a chisel plow hooked up behind, I got to an intersection on the main highway where I needed to turn, and someone in a minivan had decided that road was a great place to stop to talk on their cell phone. (At least they stopped…) They moved and I made my turn. A mile later was my next turn, a left, to get off the highway, and I had my signal on and was ready to turn when the car zooming up behind me decided that South Dakota's law forbidding passing at intersections didn't apply to them and I actually had to brake so they didn't T-bone me.

I've had a few good ones in the F100. Drum brakes on bias ply tires is always a hoot. It takes a long time to stop from speed on a good day and they pull out in front of me or merge into my lane coming up to a stop light. I'm glad the tires are so noisy when they lock up. Otherwise they would have never looked in their rear view mirror.

I'm going to have to join you as a guy who gets yelled at or flipped off occasionally. Sometimes you have a brain fart and do something stupid that you wouldn't normally do, and then cringe when you realize what you've done. It doesn't happen often (thank god) and the embarrassment always lingers. As I've gotten older I make fewer of these blunders and I sometimes wonder how I survived my youth. Like you say, a bit of grace and luck.
Having said that, my pet peeves are the left lane cruisers, but especially the jerks who bust their ass to get in front of you irregardless of whatever lane you're in, and then slow down by 10 mph, forcing you to go around them or change lanes. Dicks.

This here's a full service establishment, so… you're welcome.

first off, as a Navy Pilot, I felt my hackles rise just a little at that comparison, but it's all good.
As for my peeve, a few friends and I were all getting restationed from Florida to Texas, and we decided to caravan with our stuff. Ended up being 3 cars and a motorcycle trailer. Around 3AM somewhere in Louisiana, some jerk in a Hyundai starts doing everything he can to muscle in on our little formation. The roads were pretty empty, and we were in a nice, tight little pack moving about 10-15 over the posted limit. It was pretty obvious that he wanted shelter from the police, without taking the risks and responsibilities of rabbit or sweep. After about 30 minutes of jockeying for position around every semi on the road (three lanes, semis always in the middle), he gave up and fell back at the posted limit. If he'd been willing to prove himself by joining in the rear, we would've been more than happy to let him rotate into the middle at some point. Asshole.

I've driven a Semi for almost thirty years now, and there's one thing that every Truck Driver will tell you- People will risk Everything, the lives of the people coming the other way, the lives of the people in their car, themselves and even me, to not be behind a Big-Truck, no matter how fast they're going.
I've got a spotless record (never less than five years at any company, no accidents or tickets Ever, except that one for 58 in a 55mph zone in Ohio back in '95 but we don't talk about that), so I can pretty much pick and chose where I want to work, and the nicest and biggest powered trucks at any company are called The Boss's Truck. This is the truck the Boss drives when he has to cover somebodies shift, but they're also handy to use as a recruitment tool for "old hands". "If you come work here, this would be your truck.", he says, knowing you're doing your best to not drool, and hell, he'll just go sell one of the older trucks and buy an even nicer one for himself. The big power is only given to those that have proven they are trustworthy to wield it.
I haul ass. I do the utmost to not intimidate other drivers, timing passes so nobody has to speed up or slow down or have my highly polished "Texas Bumper" be the only thing they can see in their rear-view. But I'm paid by the mile traveled, and I'm going to run 5-8mph over the posted limit all day, every day, if conditions allow.
People catch up to you when you're climbing a hill and slow from 73 to 68mph (in a 65 zone), and once you crest the hill, the madness starts. As you accelerate back to 73, the guy behind you will do anything to get around you. I've been passed on the right in the break-down lane, in double-yellows where I had to move into the break-down lane so the Passer could straddle the center-line while the oncoming traffic was forced into their own break-down lane to avoid a head-on, or my personal favorite, where the Passer moved all the way left into the other break-down lane and the oncoming traffic passed between us. This would be all well and good if they just kicked it up to 90 and vanished, but no…, once they've passed you and realized they're going 85mph and almost died and the speed limit here is 65 by god,….63mph suddenly seems like a much more reasonable speed…
"Why is that Semi right on my ass?", they say as they tap the brake to get you slow even further. (Hat-Tip to ZomBeeRacer up above, for while I've heard school-bus drivers tell me I haven't seen nothing, I bet the R.V. folks could write their own book).