Bedtime story

So there I was, driving down the interstate, cars all around me. I was sweaty from the gym, but that didn't bother me... I had a convertible (which doesn't matter at all because the top was up). So I'm cruising down, and almost to the point where I need to get off. I look behind me, there's only barely enough room for me to get over into the next lane. I turn on my blinker, and the driver in the minivan behind me lets up a little, allowing me enough room to get over. I look to make sure no one is there again, and start to move over. I'm almost completely in the lane, and someone who had just come up the on-ramp decides he wants to be in my lane, so he starts getting into it. I lay on my horn, move back over a bit, and slow down a bit. After realizing I'm there, he overcorrects to get back into his lane, almost hits the side wall, then overcorrects to get back and ends up almost slamming into the center divider (3 lanes of traffic). He stops in time, and the traffic all saw what was going on, so everyone had stopped so as not to cause a pileup. No damage was caused, and the traffic started back up after he corrected himself and started going 30 down the left lane of the interstate.

What is it with cars wanting to hit me?
- Kyle