Let me tell you why I don't brake check anyone anymore....
about 5-6 years ago, I was coming home on 880 in my neon. Traffic is moving at 65-70 across all 4 lanes evenly. Some jerk off in a Honda Pilot is weaving through traffic, winds up behind me. Now, mind you, the traffic is not faster in left or right lanes either, and this guy is sitting about a foot from my bumper. And then he starts honking and flashing highbeams (or at least I think he's flashing, because I can't see them due to how close he is)
I brake check him, because at that point I'm pissed. No accident. He backs off. In a couple miles, traffic clears up and he winds up passing me on the left. His passenger, a certain 4 letter C word with good aim, manages to chuck a 44oz big gulp full of Dr. pepper through my window at 75mph. It lands on my steering wheel, exploding all over the interior of the car. I am filled with rage... I have never been so infuriated in my life. I take off after him, breaking probably 10 laws at once weaving in and out of traffic, almost colliding with vehicles, and frantically looking for something to throw at him that could cause moderate damage.
He managed to sneak in between 2 cars to an exit and I couldn't follow him because the gap closed. I am scared to think what I would have done if I had a fire arm on me. I would have been in jail.
And that, capt_furious, is why when we went to pick up that washer/dryer, and you were honking and yelling at the ******* that cut us off... is why I told you to chill out