Man, y'all need to calm down a bit. Listen to the radio or something while you're in the car. Much more often than not, a person's frustration is the result of an unfounded sense of entitlement and all the expectations that go along with it. If you really believe that you are entitled to go a certain speed in a certain lane and someone gets in your way, you become project blame onto some other driver because you are not able to do what you want to do when you want to do it. If you do not believe you are so entitled, it's no big deal.
A few years ago, I'd be fuming and griping right alongside you. Instead, one day, it hit me.
1 - I am entitled to break the law only under certain circumstances, all of which apply only very rarely.
2 - Speeding, tailgating, failing to use a signal, failing to yield right of way, etc. all are breaking the law.
3 - Typically, when I try to break the law while driving, I am not able to do so to the extent I want to, and I get frustrated, angry, and unhappy in all sorts of ways.
4 - When I become so frustrated, I project some sort of blame on the driver in my way, enhancing both my sense of entitlement and my frustration.
5 - Due to my frustration, I do not enjoy much of my time on the road. By the same token, I often arrive at home, work, or wherever in a bad mood which takes me some time to overcome. Overall, I am in a bad mood for significant portion of my day simply because of the frustration I feel on the road. At best, I save a handful of minutes each day from driving faster and more aggressively. However, I spend at least that much time in a bad mood due to my expectations associated with that aggressive driving. In other words, I'm getting nowhere fast.
6 - Life's too short for all that damned frustration. If I were not frustrated while driving, I would enjoy much more of my day.
7 - Nearly all my frustration on the road is due solely to the expectations that I, alone, set and control. If I lose those expectations, I should lose the frustration.
So, I chilled out. If someone got in my way, I went around them. If I could not get around them, I waited until I could. If they weren't going that much faster, I backed off and matched their speed. I took the time to enjoy what I was listening to on the radio or whatever else happened to be around me (of course, while still paying attention to the road). Almost immediately, I was much, much happier on the road. More than that, I was much, much happier during the day. My wife even remarked, a little while after I started, about how much happier I seemed and how much more she enjoyed spending time with me. I had already noticed how much more I enjoyed my time with her. I truly did not realize just how big of a pain I was and how much she was just putting up with me. I thought I was acting just fine, but I was not.
After a while, I found myself slowing down on the road, too. At first, I would go a good 15-20 MPH over the speed limit on the highway and a good 10-15 over on surface roads. Now, I'm pretty close to the speed limit. Over that time, I was pretty much forgetting how to be an EAC on the road, and I was a lot happier for it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not some robe-wearing, incense-burning, group-hugging, guru cruising down the highway on a magic carpet while puffing on a hookah with some serotonin smile on my face. I still get ticked off on the road now and then, but it does not happen every day, it does not last for long, and it does not affect the rest of my day or anyone else's (except, maybe, that guy who got all pissed off behind me because I got in his way for a moment).
So, chill out a bit of you want to be happier. Don't, if you don't.
TL