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If you are driving behind a Porsche and in another lane and when a merge comes, don't attempt to outrun the faster more expensive car, you will tag the mirror. You will also get a response from the driver.
I whipped out the MagLite, pulled up next to him and pounded on the side of the van. He stopped, jumped out and started yelling that he better not have any marks on his van or he'd kick my ass. I responded there should be at least two marks, one from hitting my mirror and the other from me pounding on his side. Iggy gave him the finger at which point he called her a garden instrument and proceeded toward the front of my car with the potential intent of damaging my car. I attempted to run him over, he was not happy to say the least and decided it would be a good idea to come over and punch me in the face. This was not a good idea on his part, I know how to fight from inside a car (don't ask why) and I was going to block and counter with the butt end of the flashlight. I was goading him on for sure, and all the while never released from my Sparco 6-point harness, which meant he couldn't miss on a punch. I could only move my head about 5" in any direction. Something went wrong. He missed and hit my dashboard, a whole 2' miss from my head, there was nothing to block, and no easy target for my counter. Something hit my leg, fairly light and it fely like wire, I looked down and almost chuckled. The man jogged to his van and drove away as I gave him a super sarcastic "byeeeeee!" wave.
His glasses were by my feet in my car. I left a foot long paint mark on the side of his white van, dents in the huge ass piece of sheet metal, and I got his glasses, all while securely strapped in. The only damage to my car, a pencil eraser sized piece of missing paint.

I win.

It would have been ugly for him if I actually exited my car, I was due for some good old fashioned ultra-violence.

I made banana bread for Iggy's dad. I also got to play with cute kittens in a lesbian den.