Well first off, if you're in the left lane, even if going the speed limit, you're supposed to yield to faster traffic. Most states have signs that read "slower traffic keep right". I tend to drive in the left lane and occasionally I do tailgate if the car won't change lanes. Again, they're supposed to yield to me. Now, if it's a single lane and I know there's no way for the person to pull over, I don't tailgate. What's the point?
But...all you guys who brake check...reminds me of a story from a couple of years ago. I was headed to work on the interstate. My exit was coming up and I was only going about 80 (10 over the limit), so I take it out of gear, start to coast and get in the right lane. There was a guy in an Integra, going below the limit, that I crept up on, and since I was out of gear and slowing, I figure I'd only be on his ass for about 5 seconds. Evidently that was 2 seconds too long for him, so he slammed on his brakes, but by that time, I had slowed enough to where it didn't make a difference and I gently pressed my brakes to slow a bit more. No biggie...except I them see him flipping me off and shaking his fist, etc etc. So we're at the light and he's talking $hit to me. I just say a few things back, but he keep on. So finally, I tell him to STFU or do something. He gets out. I get out. I notice he has a blackjack (it's a stiff leather "rod" with a lead ball on the end). So, he comes at me, I dodge his swing and maneuver him into a headlock and start punching him in the face. He starts to swing up with the blackjack so he can hit my head. He got me a couple of times so I switched him around so that he was bent over...still in a head lock. Punched him a few times in the stomach, then kneed him in the head and asked "do you want some more?" He and his bloody nose got in his car and drove off. So, I straighted my shirt, put my shades on, and drove to work. So again...be careful who you mess with. He tried to be a bad ass by getting out and confronting me, yet he ended up with a torn shirt, broken glasses and a busted nose. Obviously, I'd never do that to a woman, but you never know who might.
But...all you guys who brake check...reminds me of a story from a couple of years ago. I was headed to work on the interstate. My exit was coming up and I was only going about 80 (10 over the limit), so I take it out of gear, start to coast and get in the right lane. There was a guy in an Integra, going below the limit, that I crept up on, and since I was out of gear and slowing, I figure I'd only be on his ass for about 5 seconds. Evidently that was 2 seconds too long for him, so he slammed on his brakes, but by that time, I had slowed enough to where it didn't make a difference and I gently pressed my brakes to slow a bit more. No biggie...except I them see him flipping me off and shaking his fist, etc etc. So we're at the light and he's talking $hit to me. I just say a few things back, but he keep on. So finally, I tell him to STFU or do something. He gets out. I get out. I notice he has a blackjack (it's a stiff leather "rod" with a lead ball on the end). So, he comes at me, I dodge his swing and maneuver him into a headlock and start punching him in the face. He starts to swing up with the blackjack so he can hit my head. He got me a couple of times so I switched him around so that he was bent over...still in a head lock. Punched him a few times in the stomach, then kneed him in the head and asked "do you want some more?" He and his bloody nose got in his car and drove off. So, I straighted my shirt, put my shades on, and drove to work. So again...be careful who you mess with. He tried to be a bad ass by getting out and confronting me, yet he ended up with a torn shirt, broken glasses and a busted nose. Obviously, I'd never do that to a woman, but you never know who might.
again to your mother for being a smart driver!! We need more of her on the highways these days. 
Who freakin' cares who gets there first anyway?
