There's a wall of cars in front of us.
There's a wall of cars behind us.
We're part of a continuous stretch of 10 miles of road consisting of 10,000 cars jammed up against each other.
Yet, in the brief 100-yard stretches of open road we encounter, you insist on accelerating up to 50mph before slamming on the brakes once again. Net gain: zero.
So, you decide to swerve into the exit-only lane to pass me up, yelling obscenities out the window as you drive by. 20 seconds later, you have come to a complete stop again, with me directly behind you. Net gain: 1 car length.
What did you expect? Did you think that I was the sole car holding up the entire freeway behind me? That beyond me lie the golden road to Eden?
Perhaps if you had thrown a Tenner in my window as you drove by, I could have afforded the $3.15 gas I'd waste by jerking my way down the road like a 15 year old boy's first act of coitus.